evereinefaust

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Whisky X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Ever since he found her again, he promised to never let her go. He promised to stay with her, to bind himself with her until the very end. Just like the Orion constellation.

Word Count: 10,832

Maybe it was the lighting... Or maybe it was the food he ate or the drink he drank... Whatever the reason, Whisky cannot tear his eyes from his master attendant. This particular girl whom he met not that long ago... This young lady with whom he instantly felt a deep-rooted connection. Here she was, laughing and playing with the youngsters outside underneath the gorgeous evening—the royal blue blanket littered with bright diamonds shone and twinkled above them, and the bright full moon brought out its luminescence to the peaceful town below.

The beige-haired food soul could only watch the girl from the shadows, leaning against a nearby tree from where she was playing in the garden. His crimson hues flitted all over her body—from the tips of her fingers which she extended towards Vanilla and Strawberry, to her chest heaving up and down from adrenaline, then to her mesmerizing [e/c] orbs shining with determination. Just from looking at her from afar, Whisky cannot remove the feeling of dizziness. He couldn't comprehend how or why he was reacting this way every night he would look at the teenager. However, there's only one thing he was certain of—[Y/n] [L/n], his current master attendant, shone so bright in contrast to the evening ambiance.

Letting out a muted sigh, Whisky once again resumed his daily observation of the female. This time, compared to his many practices before, he was seated on the garden table, sipping a fine tea while idly watching the [h/c]ette. His crimson irises fell upon her bright features, and a sudden warmth enveloped him amidst the cold evening. Turning his attention to his teacup, he could see the colorful stars reflected in his drink. He lifted the apparatus to his lips, drinking deeply the content it contained.

"Vicchan," a familiar voice called out.

Ah... Just hearing that sweet voice made his heart flutter. The way she pronounced each syllable of the nickname she had for him caused butterflies to swirl in his stomach. Placing the cup down gently on the saucer, Whisky slowly raised his head, his half-lidded carmine orbs meeting with the girl whom he adored. A sly smirk danced across his handsome features, propping his elbow on the delicate furniture to rest his cheek on his palm.

"What is it, Master? Is there any need for my presence?" he softly asked, the tone of his voice containing hidden intent as usual.

Whether or not he intended to sound scheming, he didn't care. It was just his nature, and he didn't mind everyone else avoiding him or sending dirty glares. He didn't care for what they thought, and just because he became part of the family doesn't mean that he would leave his old practice and change anew. He wouldn't be Whisky if he did—the villain everyone knew and held contempt for; the one who destroyed the lives of both food souls and humans for his gain; the one who vowed to bring his precious person back...

This is the Whisky she had met and accepted as her food soul. Yet, despite his villainous nature, this particular girl didn't hold any spite towards him; rather, she held compassion. After all, this particular girl is the only one who can break past his facade and understand his intention deep within. That's just one of the things he admired about her.

Her lower lip puckered out in a faint pout, the subtle crease in between her eyebrows evident. "You've been watching me from here for the past hour now."

Ah... How cute. Did she finally notice his routine? Well, whatever it may be, it didn't fail a genuine smile to emerge on his lips.

"Are you perhaps uncomfortable with my staring, [Y/n]-sama? I could leave if you wanted me to," he dryly chuckled.

However, the mentioned girl only shook her head. "No. I don't want you to leave. I want you to accompany me."

"And why is that?"

"Well..." she murmured, shyly shuffling in her place. "I've told the kids to return inside and rest since it's getting late..."

"And? Aren't you going in as well?"

"Well, I don't want to sleep yet. Besides, I want to spend some time with you; we enacted the contract half a year ago yet we barely get to know each other," she explained, her bright eyes silently pleading for him to comply with her request. "I just thought that this would be a perfect chance to bond with you..."

Bond, huh...? When Lilia was held prisoner in that tower and the only time she had interaction with him, does she even consider that as bonding? Does she consider talking to her warden as bonding? Does she consider him slowly poisoning her to death bonding? May it be for whatever reason but the male couldn't comprehend why they act like this. Aren't they afraid of him?

Whisky wanted to decline, however, at the same time, he was quite curious about the outcome if he were to comply. Add also the fact that he cannot resist giving in to her looking so pitiful like that.

"Very well, then. If it's my master's demands, then I shall see to satisfy it," he expressed, pushing the chair back as he stood.

[Y/n]'s face lit up at his answer. Like an overjoyed child, she rushed around the table and grasped Whisky's hand. The sudden warmth of her skin invaded his cold ones. It took him by surprise, though did nothing against her gesture.

"How about we go for a walk around the garden? The evening breeze is nice and I also wanna observe the garden at this hour," the teenager tittered, [e/c] hues sparkling like the stars above. She had a large grin on her face, tugging the male with her towards the stone pathway. "Let's go, Vicchan!"

The food soul could only muster up a small smile at her childish antics, allowing the [h/c]ette to drag him along. Even though this wasn't what he anticipated in his relationship with her, he wasn't regretting this decision in the slightest. Maybe... Just maybe, she would be the one to force him out of his past shell. Maybe, with her help, he could learn how to walk once again.

The kingdom’s happy laughter and cheerful voices were all trampled over, the cost of the people’s hunger and poverty. The masses, suffering from disaster, eventually chose the path of revolt. Whisky’s Master Attendant came to realize all of this and proceeded to take all of the easily transportable valuables with him. Then, he ordered Whisky to help him escape the kingdom that very night. It wasn’t long after their horse carriage left that the kingdom was quickly breached by its people.

Whisky watched the ending to this story, which he had long come to understand. Yet, all the while, he expected a miracle to appear. It was probably because he’d heard the same fairytale too many times, over and over again. It was the first time he had even the slightest shred of hope in God’s mercy.

But God still betrayed him.

Once Whisky was done settling with his Master Attendant, he went back to the kingdom. Was it because he wanted to save that girl, who probably hadn’t been discovered by the furious mob? Was that why he went back to that aerial ‘cage’? He constantly asked himself why he went back.

But before he could get his answer, he was met with an ice-cold corpse, pierced by a long sword, lying on the ground. The fresh blood’s crimson reflected his scarlet eyes. Only the smile on the girl’s face proved that she was alive only moments before.

"Lilia..." her name escaped his lips softly as he fluttered his lids open, crimson hues staring at the milky ceiling above.

Heaving a sigh, Whisky pulled his upper body to sit on his bed, a hand resting on his face. His gaze stared at the blanket on his lap, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. It wasn't the first time he had nightmares of that particular princess—the image of her bright smile on her pale, lifeless face haunted his days and nights. 

Adjusting his gaze, the male took his glasses from the side table, propping them on his face. It was still nighttime when he woke, glancing at the watch he had on his wrist. Whenever he was woken up by nightmares, the beige-haired food soul knew that he could not fall back to sleep after. He let out a muted sigh, closing his lids for a brief moment before opening them again.

"Even in dreams, my heart is somehow never at its best..."

Out of the corner of his eyes, something caught his attention amidst the dimly lit room. Whisky slowly turned his head to the right where his balcony was. His crimson irises saw a silhouetted figure standing on his balcony. The glass sliding doors were slightly ajar, making the curtains inside flow as the wind evaded the room. The illumination outside prevents him from fully identifying the stranger, however, he knows that it is a girl considering her [h/l] hair and dress flowing along with the breeze.

"Li...lia?" he said out loud, still disoriented from the sudden dream of the girl invading his mind.

The girl on his balcony turned around at his call, facing the male inside his dim room. At last, Whisky was able to observe her features. Her [h/l] [h/c] tresses, those [s/c] complexion, and those shining [e/c] hues. The young female wore a plain white dress — a nightgown, perhaps — that reached her mid-thigh, and was barefooted.

"Sorry. Did I wake you up, Vicchan?" the girl said, making her way inside and closing the door to the balcony behind her.

Once she was a fair distance away, she instantly saw his crestfallen expression — the half-lidded eyes were filled with so much fatigue that wasn't caused by physical tiredness. Others might not notice this subtle difference between his normal facade, however, [Y/n] was the only one who could. The reason behind it, Whisky didn't bother knowing at the moment.

She frowned, her eyes containing a glint of sadness at seeing his state. "Are you...okay, Vicchan? You seemed upset..."

Whisky only shook his head. "It's nothing more than a trivial matter. So don't bother worrying... about my grievances and tears."

His voice faltered at the end of the sentence. [Y/n] was unfortunately not able to understand what he meant to say in his last statement, however, she didn't proceed further. All she knew at that moment was that he wouldn't be disclosing this concern to her whatsoever.

"Oh... I see," the girl muttered, forcing a small smile to grace her face, the corners of her eyes crinkled as she simpered at him with closed lids.

"It's truly unusual to see you in my quarters, [Y/n]-sama. Especially in the middle of the night. Why is that, I wonder? Perhaps you're planning to do something to me?" the food soul chuckled bitterly. "Are you, perhaps... trying to plan my repose?"

Whisky's condescending smirk and the taunting tone were certainly not the outcomes [Y/n] was anticipating. Furthermore, that statement shot through her. The jubilant facade that she kept moments earlier was slowly cracking — her heart began thumping in utter pain at this occurrence, and her eyelids slowly drooped as her [e/c] orbs glossed with slight water. She definitely didn't expect him to react this way.

The room fell silent after his awful comment. A tense atmosphere enveloped the two individuals residing in the dimmed room, making the [h/c]-haired teen shuffle uncomfortably by the bed. Whisky immediately noticed his master's discomfort, and although he wanted to continue watching her be in such a pitiful state, he knew better than to drag this situation long.

The food soul let out another sigh, fixing his glasses on his face and sending the fragile girl a smile—a reassuring one. "It's already this late in the night; what makes you wander into my room, [Y/n]-sama?"

"Do you... hate me for coming in uninvited?" she solemnly asked, fiddling with her fingers while her eyes refused to meet with the beige-haired food soul.

"No, I could never bear hate towards my master. Come," slipping his feet to the edge, Whisky grasped the girl's warm and small hand and pulled her into him. "Sit here beside me."

 [Y/n] was taken off-guard by his sudden forward yet gentle gesture. Nevertheless, she complied with his request and sat closely next to him. For the past six months of meeting and interacting with this man never did the girl witness him voluntarily initiate an act towards her, more so being gentle with her.

She had known him for having his usual smile that hides layers of deceit and ill-intent, his cold and calculating blood-red eyes, and his harsh words that would drive everyone else away. She got used to this Whisky that never once she would find herself witnessing this side of him—the side that holds longing, sadness, and grief. Others will never believe that the villain that caused the tragedy in everyone's lives would have this side in him. No—they will refuse to believe it. After all, once a villain, always a villain.

"So, will you indulge me in your story as to why you're in my quarters in the middle of the night?"

 [Y/n] let out a soft awkward chuckle, though she had finally relaxed beside him. The young master sighed, her eyes containing a mix of two emotions. "I... can't sleep... That's why I wandered around the halls for a while."

"Hm, I see. Though, how did you end up in my room?" Whisky's scarlet orbs contained a hint of mischief, a sly smirk pasted on his lips as he glanced down at the [h/c] tresses of his master. "And I wonder why you were on my balcony at that."

"Ah... Er..." [Y/n] flushed, sweat-dropping at his words. "Well, while I was roaming, I was thinking about the stars... Then I remembered the Orion constellation and saw that the skies were clear tonight. I wanted to go out of the mansion but I encountered Amacchi along the way and he refused for me to go out in the night."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, so I decided to go to one room and watch the stars there. Since my room is by the far end of the hall, I cannot see the constellation. I tried countless rooms but yours is the only one open nearby," the [h/c]ette admitted. Pink flushed her cheeks as she told her story, fiddling nervously with her fingers for a reprimand coming from one of her food souls. "I'm sorry, Vicchan... For entering your room without permission and disturbing your sleep. I promise I won't do this again."

A gentle smile emerged on Whisky's face as he continued observing the gloomy state of the young girl. Without even realizing it, his hand found its way on top of her [h/c] locks. Taken by surprise, [Y/n] cautiously looked up to Whisky, witnessing a rare smile that she'd never thought of even seeing. The young master attendant was so entranced by his smile that she didn't realize the blush blooming on her cheeks. Whisky, on the other hand, noticed it right away.

"Is that so?" the brunette mused. "Then it seems that my room had a perfect view of the constellation, correct?"

"Mhm."

"How about sharing with me what you've seen? I'm quite curious as to why you're so into the Orion constellation."

 [Y/n]'s onyx hues widened at his words. "Really...? Are you not mad?"

Whisky chuckled, his lilt voice echoing around the room. "My master is quite a peculiar one. I've told you that I cannot bear to hate you. I'm interested in you."

"W-well! If you insist then," a deep blush bloomed on her cheeks. [Y/n] stood up and went over to the study table, trying to distract herself from his unexpected comment. "First, let's try to replicate what the constellation looks like. Orion is a common constellation that can be seen easily. Its star formation is easy and well-known."

Her excitement was reflected in her [e/c] eyes, shining bright like stars on a cloudless night. [Y/n] eagerly discussed her story about the Orion constellation, busy arranging something on the food soul's desk. The beige-haired adult left the comforts of his mattress and glided toward his master. He peered over her shoulder, seeing a thin strand of thread lying flat on the wood. Whisky listened attentively to her, often hearing huffs and groans of irritation because of the misbehaving thread.

"It would be better if we used thicker thread like this," Whisky tugged on an unraveled thread from inside his sleeves, ripping the stray material off and placing it on the wood. He then guided [Y/n]'s hand and had one of her fingers pin the thread on the table. "Then, using our fingers, we can put the shape in place. Isn't this more effective, [Y/n]-sama?"

Whisky's position behind the girl, his large hand on hers, and his soothing voice caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach. The blush that had died earlier returned with more fervor. The young master tried to calm her racing heart, yet she could not even focus on the matters at hand with him being this close to her. Who would've known that Whisky had this kind of side to him? Who would've known... except for her—a peculiar teenager who's trying to welcome him into her family. Even though what they were currently doing was certainly not a part of Whisky's activity, he found comfort in complying with his master's wishes. Maybe it was because something as unusual as this piqued his interest.

"[Y/n]-sama? You seem to be in a daze. Perhaps, my sudden action flustered you?"

[Y/n] snapped out of her trance at his silky voice, making her flush. She refused to see him eye-to-eye, instead, focusing on the constellation she was trying to replicate. "I-I'm fine."

"Oh?" a smug smirk emerged on his lips. Baring an impish thought, the male slowly moved his mouth closer to her ear. He produced a lengthy exhale, before murmuring. "It seems to me that you're quite embarrassed. Perhaps I should act more intimate with you."

"V-Vicchan!" [Y/n] shrieked in surprise. Her body shuddered at his voice, yet she couldn't seem to escape from his grasp. By now, the redness of her face spread to even her ears. "P-please don't tease me like that... My heart can't take it. A-anyway! Do you want to see what the Orion constellation looks like or not?"

Whisky could only emit a peal of small, trifling laughter, pleased with the reaction he had gotten from his master. He was never the playful type. But if he was with her, maybe she could unleash other sides of him that he didn't even know existed. The beige-haired food soul watched as [Y/n] struggled still with the constellation, her fingers trying their best to stay in place. Shortly then, he lent his hands to help, pinning down some threads as [Y/n] commented that they represented the stars. Although the activity was as unfruitful and nonsense as it seemed, Whisky still found warmth by doing it with her. Moreover, he found something worthy of his realization on this fateful night.

"If you are by my side, my beloved master, I would be okay."

"Vicchan..." a timid voice called out.

"Yes, my dearest master?" Whisky paused in his tracks, swiftly turning his head to face the [h/c]-haired teenager.

 [Y/n] glanced up at the male. Her [e/c] hues met with the food soul's scarlet ones. Whisky's gaze was always cold and sharp, a conniving glint hidden within those pools. Ever since meeting him, this was something that she always noticed. Yet, today, there's something else dancing in his eyes. It's only been a few days after that unforeseen midnight encounter, however,  the aura around him changed. The Whisky that she was confronting today was unlike his usual self... as if there was some switch that turned him into another person. This change was so drastic that [Y/n] couldn't even tell if this was the same Whisky that she'd known for the last six months.

The young master attendant pursed her lips, debating whether or not to voice her concerns for him. And as if sensing her unease, the beige-haired male let out a low chuckle. "It seems that something is on my master's mind; tell me, [Y/n]-sama, is something troubling you?"

"No," in the end, the girl decided to conceal her unnecessary worries. She gently smiled at him, taking a step closer as if asking for permission. "I'm just wondering if you could accompany me outside. It's been a while since we'd had a nice walk."

"A walk, huh? How long has it been ever since that day? The first evening that you approached me intending to take a walk together..."

"Ah! I-I mean if it's not much of a bother!" [Y/n] asserted, immediately flushing red. In a minute, she lowered her head, embarrassed. "I'm sure that you have your plans for today, it's just..."

"Very well."

"Eh?" The surprise was etched on the teen's face upon hearing those words.

Whisky's face was full of amusement, watching as his master returned her gaze to him with those innocent, round orbs. He can't help but feel his heart flutter. Releasing another wave of lilt laughter, the food soul took a stray strand of [h/c] locks and passionately kissed the tips of her tresses. This sudden gesture, however, made the girl's cheeks flush even more.

"If it's my master's wishes, then I shall see to fulfill it," Whisky claimed, glancing at the [h/c]ette through his half-lidded lashes to witness her reaction. A smirk instantly graces his lips after. "Let's go, [Y/n]-sama. There's no time to waste."

"Y-yeah..."

Simpering softly at the young girl, the male took her hand into his. Despite the surprise due to his unexpected actions, [Y/n] felt a sense of serenity when his long fingers intertwined with hers. Her heart never missed skipping a beat at this newfound intimacy, her cheeks getting warmer by the second. Whisky led the girl towards the main entrance, his strides matching up with his master to not accidentally pull her.

As the two exited the mansion, they were greeted with a spectacular view. It was such a wonderful day outside — the sun was rising to perch on the sky, fluffy white clouds floating across brazenly, and the gentle breeze whipping past. Today was a perfect day for such walks. [Y/n] inhaled the crisp, autumn air. She exhaled shortly after, releasing even the deep-rooted worry she had just a few minutes ago. A gleam of resolve seemed to gloss over her [e/c] pools.

Without further ado, the pair proceeded to their destination. The young [h/c]ette told stories about the surrounding area in town, recalling the adventures her grandfather had narrated to her before. One place, in particular, caught her attention — The mysterious forest in the west. She had gone to the woods on a few occasions in the last year, often bearing trouble for her food souls. She was once an uncooperative child — [Y/n] would never forget how much trouble she'd caused the others due to her stubbornness. However, this time, she had hoped that a favorable outcome would appear.

Despite the awful memories she had linked to this place, overall, it wasn't a bad location to visit. The forest was to the west of town; from the mansion, they had to go down the hill, going off-road from the usual path to the town square. Not many fancies going somewhere unknown, yet [Y/n]'s grandfather often claims that the place inhabits stray fallen angels from the legends, piquing his curiosity and interest in the forest. Of course, [Y/n] believed his words. After all, food souls exist to this day, so why can't they?

She had first gone there due to her curiosity, but seeing that no dangers were lying in wait to pound on her, she had gradually grown attached to the place. Often, she would come here to keep her mind off things, especially if she wanted time alone without any of her food souls loitering around. Although her home provides an ample number of peaceful locations to be in solitude, nothing still can beat the feeling of being away from the usual. That's why the girl planned this venture in the first place — she hoped that a change of pace and environment could help Whisky ease his mind from things.

"How often do you leave the mansion unnoticed?" Whisky inquired, his crimson pools peering down at the girl.

[Y/n] tilted her head sideways, a thoughtful visage present. "Hm... I could barely leave the mansion without anyone noticing lately. But one incident in the past happened..."

Her face crinkled into a somber expression — her lips pressed together and her brows drew together. Even without the contract's help, the beige-haired food soul instantly noticed the change in her disposition. His eyes narrowed. Without warning, he halted his steps, forcing the girl to stop as well. Although confused, she could only stare back at the male. Their hands were intertwined the whole time, and he gently squeezed her hand.

"Recalling an undesirable memory of the past may be inevitable, but it is due to it that your future has been shaped," he spoke, a melancholic tone lingering in his voice. A brief emotion flashed in his snake-like eyes before a sly smile adorned his lips. "Don't dwell on it too much, [Y/n]-sama. Live."

"Wha..." the girl was rendered speechless by his insightful words. His statement impacted her, and [Y/n] couldn't help but feel her eyes water. Embarrassed, she avoided his gaze while wiping away the tear. Then, a moment later, she let out a chuckle. "What the heck... I'm sorry that I'm like this, Vicchan. I planned this walk for you — to help you ease your mind off things. I didn't expect that you would be the one comforting me instead."

Just seeing her smile so happily and innocently was all he ever craved for. That familiar feeling returned in his stomach, making the male dizzy and lightheaded. Crimson eyes hazy with emotions long hidden, now overflowing in this very moment. Ever since meeting her and becoming her contracted master, Whisky could only watch the girl from afar. He included this in his routine in addition to studying alchemy and performing experiments. The strange feeling that he'd felt when he was always with her... Whisky himself couldn't seem to understand.

Ah... Such a cruel world they live in. Ever since meeting her, Whisky knew that she was the one he'd been looking for. He craved for her. He wanted her to become his possession. To never let her go again. To chain her with him in the darkness. Yet, he cannot bring himself to do that. Since he'd become a part of her family, the numerous food souls surrounding her became aware of his existence.

They knew about him, after all, who wouldn't? The one who's involved in countless heinous acts, the one who would discard lives in pursuit of his goals, the one whose morality is nonexistent. The villain.

Because of this fact, they became protective of their master. There are no days when at least two food souls would guard [Y/n]. And the rest would keep a close eye on the glasses-bearing man. Some of them even wanted to throw Whisky out of the household, yet, they didn't want to hurt their master's feelings.

Despite the evident fear Pizza had when he'd met him, despite the hidden acrimony Cassata held, despite the alertness of the others, they still couldn't do anything against the will of their master attendant. Whisky found this funny. Nevertheless, he wanted no part in the trouble, and that's why he voluntarily refused to approach the girl.

However, if she's the one initiating it, that's another matter. For all he knows, it's a give-and-take relationship.

"Since you said it, isn't it appropriate that I get compensation?" he mused, his crimson eyes lighting with mischief.

Despite his playful intention, [Y/n] took his words seriously. She placed her finger on her chin, thinking hard about the said compensation Whisky required from her. The beige-haired male could only observe the girl in amusement at her actions.

"Such innocence and naivety. Truly, you're just like her."

However, the peaceful ambiance of the forest was interrupted by a sudden rumbling. The ground beneath them began to shake, alerting both the master attendant and the food soul. Whisky instinctively pulled the girl closer to his body, wrapping a protective arm around her. He stood his ground, maintaining balance whilst his eyes darted across the area for any signs of threat. [Y/n], on the other hand, felt alarmed by the intrusion of peace. She had her eyes shut, face buried in the man's chest for safety.

A few moments later the rumbling continued with more fervor. The ground broke under the intensity of the earthquake, wildlife trying to scurry away to safety from whatever entity was out there to get them. Both of them knew that this earthquake wasn't a natural one, and just from that knowledge alone, [Y/n] felt herself pale in extreme fear and anxiety. Within minutes, Whisky picked up a distant roar in the forest. His crimson eyes narrowed, a deep crease embedded in between his thin eyebrows.

"How distasteful. You dare to intrude on me and master's peaceful walk?"

"V-Vic...chan..." [Y/n] managed to whimper out, her quivering voice almost nonexistent due to the loudness of their surroundings.

Whisky immediately felt her fingers clutching tight against his vest, her whole body trembling, and he could even pick out her panicked breathing. If looks could kill, then surely the forest would light ablaze just from where his gaze landed. His narrowed scarlet hues burned with intense indignation, glowing underneath his round glasses. The man wants nothing more than to release his anger unto the fallen angel who dared impose on their time together and even frighten his precious attendant.

For what seemed like hours, the roars gradually got louder along with the heavy earthquakes that followed. The ground was unstable enough which made it impossible for a man to stand unscathed, but Whisky did everything in his power to stand his ground. He had to be ready for the inevitable. He had to protect her. He cannot allow history to repeat itself, not now, not ever. She's already at arm’s reach and he is here to let no harm approach her.

"At last, you showed yourself, filthy beast. Certainly, your death is enough to pay for the disturbance and lost time you've caused us."

In the distance, a large beast closed into the duo. Its numerous appendages adorned with sharp teeth-like ridges cut through the forest with ease, sending several trees tumbling down to add to the rumbling. The enhanced Uke Mochi release another beastly roar, shaking the earth and piercing the air with its horrendous noise. [Y/n] whimpered, pursing her eyes and lips close as Whisky tried to cover her ears to lessen the impact of the sound hitting her eardrums.

At long last, the giant beast revealed itself in front of Whisky. Its large mouth layered with a sharp set of teeth was agape, two long tongues flickered about and dripping saliva everywhere as the several eyeballs on top of its dark, misshapen mass of head focused on its target. It let out another thunderous howl before its appendages raised above its head, ready to strike down the two of them.

"Equivalent Exchange."

At that whispered call, a magic circle appeared on the ground they were standing on. Reddish-black incandescent haze circles the master attendant and food soul as the wind aggressively whirls around them. His beige hair scattered in every direction, yet it didn't faze him as his attention was focused on the fallen angel. The sunlight reflected off his glasses as he looked up at his opponent, making his red orbs gleam. Carefully, he loosened his grip on [Y/n] and leaned down to her ears.

"[Y/n]-sama, listen to my words carefully," he whispered with a tone full of comfort. "I want you out of our range. When I release my hold on you, quickly run a few feet behind me. Hide behind a tree if you must. But never try to take a step forward and risk yourself being in our range of attacks. I want to keep you safe. Is that clear, [Y/n]-sama?"

In her panic, the [h/c]ette mustered up the courage to open her eyes and stare at Whisky's gentle expression. Her heart thumped hard against her chest, obviously from the fear of being in danger, but also her worry over her food soul. She knew that only food souls could fight against a fallen angel, especially an enemy with this level. But seeing that Whisky is the only food soul opposing an enhanced Uke Mochi made her eyes water.

[Y/n] doesn't want Whisky to be exposed to danger, either... Yet, if they want to make it out alive, she has to put her faith in him and pray that this will be over soon.

"O-okay, Vicchan..." She hiccupped, trying her best not to let the tears fall. But despite her efforts, they all came rolling down like a burst dam. "But promise me to be safe! I-I don't want you g-getting hurt either..."

"Why must a human like you be concerned over a food soul like me?"

Whisky lowly chuckled, wiping her tears with his thumb and sealing the promise with a kiss on her forehead. He gazed down at her glassy, [e/c] pools and saw his reflection in them. He wanted to get lost in those pools of hers... To stop the time at this moment and savor it. But alas, he must let go for her safety.

"Go."

At that command, [Y/n] pushed through her fear and panic and used all of her strength in her legs. She sprinted through the steady ground, adrenaline urging her muscles to cooperate as she ran for her life. During her escape, however, the Uke Mochi tried to strike the fleeing girl with its appendages. Fortunately, Whisky intercepted the attack with his magic. The beast let out a pained howl, now focusing its attention on its aggregator.

"Finally, you've noticed me," the man spoke bitingly, a sneer present on his visage. Whisky raised his left arm, the whorl of reddish-black magic appearing at the end of his palm. With one swift move, he brought his arm down.

A brief flash of light occurred before a barrage of black energy from the skies came piercing through the Uke Mochi in mere seconds.

"Graaaaahhh!"

"Please be safe, my master."

A certain [h/c]ette gasped from the lack of air, her leg muscles sore from the running she had just done. She placed a hand against a tree, leaning on it whilst trying to regain her breath. A hand was on her trembling legs, ready to give up any second now. The adrenaline and fear from earlier fueled her to escape, and now that she deemed it safe from harm, everything came crashing down instantly. The teen wiped the sweat rolling down her face, plucking out strands of [h/c] tresses that stuck onto her skin. She felt like puking out her lunch, but she held it all in with shaky deep inhales. A minute of rest was enough for her to function normally, and once she did, she immediately peered from her safe spot and tried to see the fight up ahead.

The giant fallen angel was no doubt easy to spot, and although she was seeing it being damaged by Whisky's attack, it didn't ease her worries. Sure, she was glad that the Uke Mochi was being dealt with and would soon perish, but not seeing her beige-haired food soul in the fight made her heart drop. [Y/n] doesn't know much about this particular food soul of hers, not even his abilities. That's why even though she knew that he could probably handle himself just fine and defeat that fallen angel, she didn't know whether he would do that unscathed. Without a healer food soul with them, who would know how much damage he'll endure just to defeat it?

The young master attendant bit her quivering lower lips, clenching her hammering heart to try and ease her worries. But no matter how many tries she made; the negative thoughts kept plaguing her mind. [Y/n] can't sit still, not when her food soul is out there alone battling a high-level fallen angel. That's why despite Whisky's warnings, the [h/c]ette goes against his words and tries to shuffle closer in search of a particular male.

"Vicchan!" The girl whisper-shouted, her onyx eyes widening in relief when she saw the man.

She was still safely out of the range of their attacks, hiding behind a tree near the large clearing. Although [Y/n] felt her heart flutter at the sight of Whisky, the feeling didn't last long when she noticed the state he was in. Even from this far, she could still see his torn clothes and some stains on his body. The girl could only watch in dread as the Uke Mochi tried to pierce through him, only for its attack to narrowly be dodged. However, she could see the way he staggered and fell back from the fallen angel.

Whisky kept his calm and composed exterior, yet the attacks he had to take were slowly eating away at his stamina and vitality. His face was littered with sweat and blood, his clothes torn in every area possible. After briefly recovering from that last attack, Whisky let out a deep, irked sigh. The man fixed his glasses on his face, glancing up once toward the giant monstrosity and delivering his death glare. He has to deal with this fallen angel as soon as possible, and there's only one way to achieve that...

"Funeral Overture."

At that call, two shadowed snakes were summoned from the magic circle beneath Whisky's feet. The wind around them swirled around aggressively as black energy surrounded the man. A sly smile decorated his lips, crimson eyes gleaming with a narrowed squint. The twin snakes slithered around his body as he gently floated in the air. Drip... Drip... Drip... descends his blood — in exchange for using this ability to amass great power to end this battle. The pain he felt was excruciating... but he deemed it as a trivial matter compared to when his beloved master was mentally scarred by the appearance of this foul beast.

Whisky wanted nothing more than to see her safe and happy... To see her bright, innocent smile like she has no care in the world. He had failed to save Lilia before... but now, he won't ever fail to protect [Y/n].

"It's time to end this farce... You've wasted enough of our time," Whisky spat, now mid-air as blood kept coming out of his numerous wounds, the scarlet liquid swirled around him as well.

Noticing this, the enhanced Uke Mochi roared. [Y/n] had to cover her ears and eyes from the thunderous bellow, the ground shaking from its sheer volume. Opening her eyes, the [h/c]ette felt her heart drop and a chill run down her spine at the sight her gaze landed on — the Uke Mochi's mouth was wide open, its appendages all aimed at Whisky and poised to strike. This is one of the enhanced Uke Mochi's terrifying abilities — Devouring World. The girl knew about this ability, its ultimate attack that could deal a massive amount of damage.

 [Y/n] knew that Whisky wouldn't survive this attack, and she had to do something about it. Fast!

"Please, make it on time!" She prayed, shutting her eyes and concentrating on the magic innate within her. Within seconds, her whole body lit up in a bright yellowish-green aura. She then snapped her eyes open, her arms extended towards Whisky as she muttered. "Aegis."

"Graaaahhhhh!"

The fallen angel attacked, sending its deadly appendages coming after Whisky. While the beige-haired food soul, on the other hand, commanded the twin snakes to attack as well. The man felt time slowing, the smile on his face never disappearing. He was injured too much in this battle, and he used the remaining of his power to conjure up this last attack. Stuck in mid-air, he knew that he couldn't dodge the fallen angel's attack anymore. But at least, he hoped that this was sufficient enough to defeat the fallen angel. Sacrificing himself for her sake is a worthwhile deal, in the least, he was able to find her and bond together.

"Ah. How unfortunate."

The man eventually closed his eyes, feeling every energy leaving his body. The smile on his lips didn't disappear, and Whisky felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. Memories of the past six months began invading his mind — the images of a particular master attendant and her bright smile sent a tender sensation throughout his body. The man felt his body descending, and the black magic he was controlling slowly dispersed. It felt like his senses were abandoning him, only to be replaced with an odd serenity.

"I see... Is this what it feels to be dying?"

"VICCHAN!!!"

[Y/n]'s cry faintly reached the food soul's ears. Whisky landed on the harsh ground with a loud thud, bringing more pain throughout his system. Amid his headache and the buzzing in his ears, he could identify something large colliding against the earth and rushed footsteps coming in close. The man strained out a long and heavy sigh, releasing the tension he felt in his body. After a few more minutes, he hears the footsteps closing in and a body kneeling beside him. Despite his closed eyes, he could see the dimmed shadow through his eyelids.

"V-Vicchan..." The teenager croaked, now a sobbing mess upon examining his situation. [Y/n] adjusted the man's body so that she could lift his head onto her lap. Her glossy eyes narrowed, brows knitted and lips quivered. Her tears cascaded down her cheeks and down to the side of her beloved food soul's face. "Vicchan..."

"So warm..."

Whisky regained enough energy and opened his eyes, revealing scarlet hues that blinked twice through the blurriness. Once he saw her tear-filled, pain-stricken expression, he flashed a tender smile, wishing for her to be consoled by it. "I'm alright, [Y/n]-sama."

"You're not fine, Vicchan! You're not...fine..." She rebutted, still hiccupping as tears continued streaming down her face. "How can you be fine when you're injured like this?!"

The girl felt her heart breaking just from his gestures, and she fought hard not to break down in front of him. Her trembling hand touched the side of his face, pushing strands of beige hair away from the injuries on his cheeks. Whisky relished the gesture, loving the way her warm palm pressed against his skin. He unconsciously fluttered his lids close, savoring the warmth he felt. Meanwhile, the young master attendant began working on healing him. Despite losing half of her energy summoning a protective invincibility barrier just in time for Whisky to survive, [Y/n] pushed through and concentrated the remaining magic just to heal him.

The girl doesn't know what to feel at that moment. Emotions swirled inside her heart — relief, agony, anger, regret. She wanted to release all of them at once, showing the man how she felt during the last half an hour of his fight with the now-defeated fallen angel. But seeing him in this state seemed to wash almost all of those away, only to have her heart churn at the gaping void of numbness. She's just glad...glad that her timing was right and granted him invincibility just for a moment to avoid a devastating attack... Glad that Whisky came out alive from that fight... Glad that somehow, she became useful to her food soul.

"Please don't push yourself too hard next time, Vicchan," she spoke tenderly, her hand producing a soft green glow as the food soul's wounds healed bit by bit.

The two of them remained in the forest as the afternoon sun began to set. Splashes of yellow, orange, red, pink, and purple decorated the evening skies as tiny stars flickered overhead. Long shadows from the tall trees formed onto the fractured ground as the orchestra of critters sang its evening hymn, enveloping the entire forest. Despite the battle that occurred hours earlier and its aftermath, the forest felt like none of those things ever happened in the first place. [Y/n] continued healing her food soul for almost an hour, the process was slow due to how damaged Whisky was after that fight and how the girl used half of her magic for the earlier spell.

Once Whisky regained his energy, he opened his eyes once more. Immediately, his gaze landed upon the girl's disheveled appearance — her [h/c] locks were messy, her eyes were red and puffy, and her [s/c] cheeks had stains from her waterworks. Yet, despite her appearance, the man found her alluring still. Through squinted eyes, he observed her — watching every nuance of her facial expression as she healed him.

He could look at nothing else but her face... Especially those orbs that are like an abyss swallowing him up in the depths.

Two more months have passed ever since that incident. The winter season drifted into the town, covering the entire town in white and harsh, cold winds. Ever since [Y/n]'s food souls caught the news about the fallen angel encounter, every one of them began to incessantly worry over her well-being. Handling them on that day was no doubt exhausting for the young girl, but she knew that something more was happening beneath the surface at that time... Something related to a certain food soul.

[Y/n] didn't exactly know what had transpired later that day, for when she had finished healing Whisky as the evening drew near, she inadvertently collapsed from exhausting her magic. And when she opened her eyes, she was already resting in her room surrounded by her various food souls. The young master attendant had to calm the children down and even reassure some of the adults. When asked what happened to her, all she said was she and Whisky were attacked by a fallen angel during their walk outside. Almost immediately, the girl sensed the atmosphere shift when she mentioned his name, the expression on every one of the food souls present was undoubtedly full of caution, disdain, and contempt. Since then, she didn't open her mouth to speak of the beige-haired male in front of them again.

But, of course, it didn't stop [Y/n] from actively seeking the male to make sure that everything was fine after that incident.

Yet, despite her efforts of scouring the entirety of her residence and its surrounding lands for the past months, the young master attendant didn't have any luck in meeting Whisky. Oftentimes, she would catch a glimpse of his unique-colored hair or his dark, long overcoat that dangles from his shoulders. But whenever she would pursue it, any evidence of his existence was gone in an instant. It was as if she was chasing shadows... And indeed, Whisky is the epitome of it.

For the last two months, this particular bespectacled man avoided his [h/c]-haired master. He knew that he would receive extreme backlash consisting of threats and looks of contempt and ire. He already accepted the fact that not everyone is welcoming of such a food soul like him, and he's unaffiliated with their opinions of him. He willingly played the villain in everyone's story, just to achieve the happy ending that he so desired. And yet, when he returned home that day with his precious attendant laid in his arms, almost lifeless, why did he feel his heart throb with guilt?

Those hateful words... Their gazes were full of disdain and hidden bloodlust... Those bruises that were left on his cheek... The feeling of isolation from his beloved master...

Why did it greatly affect Whisky? To the extent that he avoided [Y/n] like a plague, despite her pursuit of him.

The man was left perplexed by his emotions and he constantly questioned the rationality behind them — as if searching for an answer that wasn't there in the first place. And amidst the farce of him playing hide and seek with his master attendant, the painful memory of the past made its appearance to him — reminding him of that one scene that was engraved deeply in his soul.

"Such a foolish thought, indeed," Whisky hummed to himself as he strutted through the empty hallway of Eventide mansion.

The soft clank of his heels against the hardwood was the only sound echoing down the long halls, providing him a sense of ambient noise to his musing. Following his precipitous decision to hide away from his master, Whisky instead tried to focus on his ongoing studies and experimentation. He would rarely return to his chambers in the estate, or even take a step into the residence when more than a dozen food souls are idling around. He is a traveling merchant, after all, therefore it was never alien to him not to be in a single place for a long time. But then again, the past six months of spending it residing at his master attendant's home and observing her gradually changed his perception of things.

Alas, on this fateful night, against his reason and logic, he found himself walking back to the place he now called home. ​​​​​​

"Huh?" His carmine orbs widened a bit, abruptly halting in his tracks just a few feet away from his room.

There, kneeling by the door of his bedroom, was a petite figure of a girl. Her [h/c] hair draped over her slouched form like a veiled curtain. The dim light provided by the wall lamps accentuated the shadows looming over her, surrounding her every inch with its abyssal darkness. Once more, Whisky never predicted this turn of events—he had assumed that his master would visit his chambers every day, but never to this extent. Soon, his surprise melted into one of pure admiration. A gentle smile graced his lips, the feeling so foreign yet welcoming.

"How much more will you continue to surprise me, my beloved master?"

The male stepped forward, approaching the slumbering girl. Without any moment's hesitation, he picked her up carefully in his arms, entered quietly into his abode, and dropped the [h/c]-tressed teen onto his bed. The teen slightly shifted in her sleep, getting into a comfortable position on the soft mattress. Whisky plopped onto the chair beside the bed, intently observing his precious master sleeping up close.

"It's been so long since you've been in my abode, [Y/n]-sama," the man murmured, his gaze softening upon the memory of months ago. "I've missed your presence dearly."

His hand reached out to caress the [s/c] cheek of the sleeping girl, brushing her bangs aside as she softly snored, emitting small noises of contentment from her parted lips. Whisky smiled at the sight, his fingers twitching gently while his eyes slowly became heavy. Sleep wasn't a necessity for food souls like him, and with the trauma he endured since then, it seems to be such a luxury. However, the same can't be said when she's near; it is like she has a hidden ability to soothe broken souls like him.

He briefly opened his eyes once more, landing upon the peaceful slumber [Y/n] was in. Just a moment earlier, she was slumped over her knees outside in the dark, cold hallway. It is surely a surprise that she was this committed to her pursuit that she would do such an extreme measure. It surprised him even more that she was able to sleep peacefully outside in that position. Just how long had she been there?

"Vicchan..." her voice was faint and hoarse, yet it didn't escape his hearing.

"What is it, my dearest master?"

Slowly opening her lids halfway, glassy [e/c] orbs vacantly peered at the silhouette of the man before her. She reached her hand towards him, sluggish and hesitant. "Please...don't go..."

Her weak, feeble plea shook Whisky's heart, causing him to stare straight into the beautiful eyes of his beloved. He subconsciously inched closer, being drawn by her voice.

"Go where? I am here with you, aren't I?"

She shook her head vigorously, her fingers grasping the hem of his coat, pulling it closer to herself in an attempt to make him stay. "Not just right here. I...I don't want you leaving..."

Whisky couldn't help but sigh softly at the display of sentimentality, reaching a hand out toward the [h/c]ette. She took his hand and gave a slight squeeze, tears filling up her eyes as she stared deep into her food soul's crimson ones.

"I won't leave you," he whispered in reassurance. "And I'm never going to leave you alone."

"Stay with me... please?"

The words were simple, almost too quiet, yet they hit Whisky like a ton of bricks. He could hear the sadness and fear concealed within that simple sentence. He understood; he understood perfectly.

"Don't worry about me, my beautiful little master attendant."

With that said, he leaned in close to rest his forehead upon hers and closed his eyes. A warm, loving embrace encompassed them both.

"Sleep well, [Y/n]-sama," he whispered as if trying to comfort her with his tone.

"The crisp evening breeze...still reminds me of inevitable death."

Days flew by since that night. The winter season slowly drew near, enveloping every area with achromatic snow. Heeding her desperate wish, Whisky returned to the mansion with the intent to stay. She knew that the beige-haired man wasn't a completely honest person, but she knew that as a businessman, he would still keep his word. Although, [Y/n] wasn't fully convinced — afraid that he might slip out of her sight if she wasn't careful enough. And because of that anxiety, the [h/c]-tressed teen decided to stay with him for a week, sticking closely by his side no matter what.

Whisky enjoyed her company, seeing that her attention and affection were solely on him. Even though the idea of him leaving her was nothing but absurd, he understood completely her heart. After all, he had felt the same pain in the past. And no matter what happens, the man vowed to never hurt his beloved master in such a horrible way.

Whisky solemnly trailed behind his master, the two taking a walk around the snow-covered garden. His gaze lingered on her back, witnessing the way she would turn around to observe her surroundings. Like pure-white porcelain, snowflakes slowly descend from the evening sky to envelop the earth followed by the smell of winter.

"I guess this is the first I've spent my winter with you," she mused, turning her head up to admire the starry night. "Do you enjoy it, Vicchan?"

The girl paused in her step, making the man halt as well. With her arms linked behind her back, the girl turned around to face Whisky as she asked the question. Her [s/c] cheeks were coated with redness, her round [e/c] orbs were filled with tenderness, her [h/c] locks framed her head gently, and her pink lips curled up to a soft smile. She had regained the vitality and innocence he loved so much.

Just seeing her like this caused something inside Whisky... Within his heart, a silently raging storm rose along this darkened path.

He offered her a brief smile, before closing his eyes. "Of course, [Y/n]-sama."

"Is that so? I'm glad then," she giggled, turning around as she resumed her walk.

Listening to her cheerful voice narrating the winter stories she had in the past was like music to his ears. Just trailing behind her and observing her during their whole evening date was enough to make him satisfied. The tranquility this food soul had experienced when with her was like an addicting drug — he wanted more of it. Upon the realization, Whisky reminisced six months he had with this particular girl and his fostering feelings.

"...And yet, no matter what the future may hold, I'm looking forward to it..."

"Vicchan, let's take a break over here~" [Y/n] chirped, already seated at a nearby bench and patting the space beside her.

Wordlessly, a minuscule smile graced the food soul's face, trudging over at the call of his master and seated himself beside her.

His eyes flickered over at her, the glimmering stars reflecting in their depths. Their hands brushed against each other, the contact electrifying him. He could feel his body burning at the mere touch. It was a new sensation, to say the least. But it didn't bother him in the slightest. A giddy feeling began to bubble within his stomach. It was only natural for her to give him such emotions.

"Thank you for always listening to my childish requests for the past week, Vicchan," she told him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. Whisky glanced down at her, crimson eyes deciphering her expression whilst his hand gently caressed hers.

A warm gust of wind blew by as a silent reply. The moon hung high above their heads, creating an atmosphere of peace and serenity around the duo. There was a sudden urge to tell her how grateful he was for letting him stay by her side for the past six months. So with the smallest of movements, Whisky placed a delicate kiss upon her forehead.

[Y/n] immediately blushed, her eyes widening in shock at the sudden kiss. For some reason, she suddenly felt extremely nervous; perhaps it was because she hadn't received such a gesture in a very long time. But as soon as she looked at the man sitting beside her, her worries vanished instantly. She was pleasantly surprised to see the look of adoration on his face, as well as a hint of warmth. This is the most relaxed he's ever been in front of her.

She was happy to witness that look. The sight was breathtaking enough to capture her heart forever.

"Vicchan…" [Y/n] said softly, a tender blush painting her cheeks. Her [e/c] orbs shone brightly under the moonlight as she gazed deeply into her food soul's eyes, a hint of shyness shining within them.

He couldn't help but think how beautiful she truly was, and he swore to himself that he would devote his entire life and his existence to make sure that nobody would ever hurt her again.

"[Y/n]-sama..." he softly called out, successfully earning her undivided attention.

The raven-tressed teen saw his tender expression. "Yes?"

"Thank you..."

"Thank you for your warmth and affection. For the days you approached me intending to get to know each other. For the times you allowed me to be by your side. For your unconditional love. For accepting me as who I am. For illuminating my darkened path. Thank you...for simply existing and being in my life."

As the man uttered these heartfelt words, his ruby orbs shined like precious gems. As she listened, she smiled, the redness in her cheeks intensifying. The girl felt her heart racing inside her chest, her whole body feeling hot despite the cold weather. Never once did she expect Whisky to pour out his emotions like this, nor thank her for the acts she did. For her, her deeds weren't worth being thanked for. It was something that she considered a natural process. Nevertheless, she still felt love for Whisky, and she was glad that her efforts bore these fruits.

"Mhm... I'm also happy that I met you, Vicchan," [Y/n] inched closer to him, leaning intimately against his shoulders whilst he wrapped an arm around her form.

There was a moment of peace between them. They watched as the snow fell slowly to the ground and the stars twinkled in the night sky. Whisky once more found himself staring lovingly at the side profile of his little master. Her [h/c] hair flowed freely through the soft winds, her innocent, [e/c] orbs glimmered while watching the stars, her soft lips parted in awe, and her [s/c] cheeks tinted pink. Her beauty was truly unparalleled. She is truly a masterpiece.

At that moment, his thoughts drifted off to the memories he cherished. To the one who meant the world to him. The one who was dear to his heart. The one who made his life worth living.

How many years has it already been... How many years has he spent without anyone? He wondered, wondering why the thought of those memories sent a pang through his heart.

Was it nostalgia? Fear? Annoyance at the fact he lost someone he dearly cared about? Or could it be...

"Ah! Look, Vicchan! A shooting star!"

Her sudden exclaim brought the man out of his thoughts. [Y/n] pointed at the night sky, the shooting star in clear view amidst the snowy evening.  It looked like a glittering jewel that reflected bright light onto the land beneath it, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"It looks really beautiful, doesn't it~" she commented, gazing upward as if she couldn't get enough of watching it.

"Hmm," he replied in agreement, his eyes fixed upon the shining star.

"Let's make a wish, Vicchan! We should always make wishes whenever we see a shooting star. That way, I'm sure our wishes would be answered," she suggested, clasping her hands together in a prayer manner and closing her eyes as she solemnly wished.

"A wish upon a shooting star, huh? What a peculiar belief that humans have... As if a rare phenomenon like that could make your wish come true."

Once she finished, she opened her eyes, waiting anxiously for Whisky's reaction. A sense of anticipation engulfed her heart when she noticed a pair of crimson irises fixated upon the glowing shooting star. The man seemed engrossed in the wondrous spectacle. It was quite evident by the way his fingers lightly stroked the top of her own.

"What about yours, Vicchan?" [Y/n] softly spoke, peering up at Whisky with hopeful eyes. "What's your wish?"

The food soul gazed upon her, admiring her beauty. Her soft [h/c] locks danced gracefully in the wind, her eyes sparkling as brightly as the stars. Her [s/c] skin glistened from the moonlight, her lips curled into a radiant smile, and she looked utterly stunning in his opinion.

"My wish..." Whisky finally uttered, reaching his index finger towards her cheek. His crimson eyes contained inexplicable sadness, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips. "...is something that I've longed to be fulfilled, yet I wonder if it'll truly come true."

"I'm sure it will," she assured softly.

"Yeah, [Y/n]-sama," he responded, his crimson irises locking with hers while a small smile formed on his lips.

Silence ensued after that. Whisky returned his gaze unto the starry night, the shooting star now gone from the sky. He soon closed his eyes, deep inside his thoughts. [Y/n] wondered what he could be thinking of. She had witnessed his earlier expression — others may say it's unreadable, but she knew for sure that he was still carrying a persistent melancholy up until this day. His reply was vague and it didn't answer her question, but the [h/c]-haired girl knew that it was related to his sorrowful past.

"Vicchan..."

Her voice was soft and comforting. With a flutter of his eyelashes, Whisky slowly turned his head at her call. However, what he didn't expect to happen caused his eyes to widen...

[Y/n] had knelt on the bench, both of her hands cupping each side of the beige-haired food soul's face. Leaning down to him, she placed an affectionate and soothing kiss on his forehead. Whisky could barely react, the overwhelming feelings coursing through his veins making him incapable of doing so as he stared dumbfoundedly at her figure in front of him.

At that moment, emotions flooded his system. Memories of his beloved Lilia resurfaced in his mind, remembering every second that he had witnessed her smile. The man closed his eyes, savoring the moment and never wanting it to end. Tears cascaded down his sealed eyelids, the waterworks symbolizing the spilling of his repressed sadness from his heart that he closed. And now, because of this girl, he slowly found himself opening up bit by bit.

Because of her... he started to believe in hope.

"For once, if there is a God... Please don't let me be separated from this girl. We've finally reunited, that's why... I want us to stay together... Just like that Orion constellation..."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Whisky X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Underneath the starlit night, Whisky poured his affection toward his beloved master attendant.

Word Count: 687

"Only in the darkness can you see the stars."

Those were the words that Whisky could describe his current relationship with his master. Ever since he accepted that simple request from his master, the journey to where they are today was a rollercoaster ride. He observed many things. He thought about many things. He then realized a lot of things. He wouldn't be who he is right now without the help of his beloved [Y/n] — the master he swore to never let go again.

For him, she was like the stars, shining brightly amidst the darkness. And he voluntarily stayed in the shadows as it was the only way he could immerse himself in her glow. Despite their opposite worlds, he could still feel her loving warmth reaching out to him. As if complementing him. Making him whole.

"The dark is so cold," [Y/n] said as he felt the cold wind blow upon her face.

Whisky turned around and saw a small smile on her lips as she looked up at him. Her beautiful [e/c] eyes glistened under the moonlight and her [h/c] hair gently swayed behind her. The white dress she wore complimented her body perfectly. It wasn't just how breathtaking her appearance was that caused this feeling in Whisky's chest, but something else. Something much bigger than that. His heart, however, couldn't comprehend what it was yet. What he felt.

He had been through so much already. Yet, it all didn't compare to what he feels right now. For the first time, he felt happy. Truly happy. Because he was there with her. With [Y/n].

"It doesn't have to be always like this, right?" Whisky asked, lacing his fingers with hers. She smiled and nodded.

They walked silently. The night sky was a sight for sore eyes. It was peaceful, calm, and silent. Nothing seemed to disturb it. Everything was peaceful. Just like the moment they stood on top of this hill and watched the moon rise above their heads.

"The stars are really beautiful tonight," the [h/c]ette hummed in delight, inching closer to her companion for a share of warmth and intimacy. "Just like when I took you out and we saw a shooting star back in winter."

"I agree," a minuscule smile graced the beige-haired man's lips, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "Perhaps I should take you out on an evening stroll regularly."

[Y/n]'s face lit up at his words. She swiftly faced him, [e/c] eyes practically shimmering. "Really? Will you do that, Vicchan?"

"Of course. You're my beloved master, after all. It's only natural that I heed your desires, whatever they may be."

"But won't that disturb you? I mean, I appreciate you spoiling me like this but I want you to be comfortable too..."

Just seeing her troubled expression makes Whisky emit a faint chuckle. He loved seeing her pout cutely as she worried for his well-being. It was just one of her charms. His crimson hues softened, gazing down at the teen lovingly. Wordlessly, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on her forehead. Although his unexpected action surprised her, it still made her smile. A faint blush appeared on both of their cheeks, relishing the intimacy that they shared.

Whisky would have to thank her later, for allowing him to experience this kind of affection and peace. After all, he never gets to do so with anyone.

When they separated, [Y/n] gazed up at him adoringly. This caused Whisky's heartbeat to speed up slightly. Her face looked as though the stars were reflected in her eyes. He was helpless against her beauty. It made him vulnerable.

"You needn't worry for me, [Y/n]-sama," Whisky mumbled against her head. "I will always be here beside you. No matter what you do, I'll never leave you alone."

"Mhm~"

She smiled happily and wrapped her arms around Whisky. The food soul hugged her back, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. Both of them stood there in silence, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere for the rest of the night.

"I love you, my dear master. I truly do..."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Sukiyaki X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Death has always reminded him of the inevitable. That's why he's afraid of establishing even a simple connection. Yet, in that moment, he found himself and another similar soul both seeking solace from each other.

Word Count: 1,122

"Don't get attached, it only increases loneliness....."

Those words rang in his head like an echoing bell. He knew what it meant, but despite everything he experienced, Sukiyaki still couldn't fully accept the reality.

It has always been death... death... and another death...

For how long must he endure it? He didn't know... He thought that he would be fine after the initial two incidents... He thought that after the inevitable passing of his first master, Heye, and her daughter, Luo Ye, his heart would heal with time. After all, it was by this time that he had company with another like him.

He thought... that he could slowly move on...

But, why is it that history always repeats itself...?

It's already been a year since the passing of his former master attendant, Jiro. And once more, the child he left was under Sukiyaki's care. It's like the heavens were playing a vicious prank on him, reminding him of the predicament that he is bound to.

A scornful scoff escaped the male's lips, eyebrows knitted. It was a sound that only came from a man who felt hopeless and was about to drown in despair. It made his heart heavy... so much heavier than his burden. The weight on his shoulders had been getting bigger and larger as if it was trying to suffocate him to death...

"Suki-kun."

A voice called out from afar. Sukiyaki turned around and saw the girl walking toward him, smiling brightly at him. He smiled in return and greeted her back.

"Hey, you're here~" She exclaimed happily. She was sixteen years old now. How quickly the time flies... "I was looking everywhere for you."

He saw the girl hopping gleefully when approaching him. Her face was full of life and was visibly gleaming, yet he couldn't seem to reciprocate her mood. Not when he's standing under the maple tree... The very reminder of what happened to his precious deceased humans. It seemed that everyone was linked to this cursed tree, but he shook the nonsensical thoughts out. After all, it's not like the maple tree was indeed cursed. It was just a coincidence that a maple tree was associated with them, and it was the only vivid memory he also had of them.

Sukiyaki then remembered the reason why he was in such a bad mood. It was because of his current situation. Even though he knew that there was nothing that could be done anymore, his heart still wanted to do something for them. It hurt... He couldn't help it. However, there is no doubt that those days were hard. They have suffered countless losses. And yet he couldn't help but think that something terrible may happen again...

"Why are you frowning?" He heard the girl inquiring as if she sensed his dark mind.

He looked at her, and said, "Just thinking about something..." He noticed the curious look on her face. His expression seemed quite strange, but he didn't mind. Instead, he simply replied, "Ah, it's alright. Don't worry about it. I'm just happy that I can spend time with you."

"Yeah," she nodded enthusiastically before saying, "Let's go home together. I'll cook you dinner later... I promise I won't overcook anything this time!"

Sukiyaki once questioned her cheery behavior. 

Ever since she was adopted into the family, she visibly shows her distaste for interacting and connecting with her grandfather's food souls. He immediately understands her passive-aggressive attitude as self-defense. He knew that she was afraid of intimacy... just like he was until now. He had observed this [h/c]ette during her stay here, and he was intrigued by her commitment to trying to form a relationship with them, albeit reluctantly. She slowly opened her heart to her food souls, Jiro acting as her guide and middleman. Sukiyaki would witness her happiness with them, and that alone brought a genuine smile to his face.

However, with the recent passing of Jiro, everything fell apart in an instant. There are no words to describe the pain of losing someone you cherished dearly, and there's no way to express it.

He witnessed the moment when she completely lost her will to live when he watched her wither and die inside. Her cheerful attitude disappeared completely, and she was now withdrawn and cold. He knew that she was suffering, and he wished that he could make things easier for her. However, he couldn't do anything, and this feeling only worsened whenever he saw her depressed state. It broke his heart beyond repair.

Despite every warning he reminded himself... Against his logic and reason, he had once more let his heart out for another person. But she wasn't just a person. She was a person whom he came to love. He let himself be involved with her, and now he got attached with no way out.

His hand reached over to the ground and gently pulled a large red flower from the grass and put it into the girl's hands. With his other hand, he held onto hers. The latter gave him an odd look before smiling at him. Sukiyaki stared down at her hand in his grasp... And he felt his chest tighten up slightly. He couldn't feel his heartbeat or breath anymore, but he couldn't stop staring either.

The two remained quiet for a while before the girl suddenly spoke.

"...Thank you," she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"No problem," he replied in a soft tone.

A pause passed between the two. Sukiyaki felt his grip on her hand tighten a little bit, almost subconsciously. He then released it and walked forward. The [h/c]ette followed suit and walked beside him. The walk was silent except for the crunching of leaves beneath their shoes.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled... Just from that simple act alone, it seemed that his needless worries and intrusive thoughts disappeared along with the wind. The same wind that carries countless maple leaves in its wake. Sukiyaki found himself glancing down at his beloved master, golden hues containing emotions that he couldn't decipher himself.

The man was sure that all the good things wouldn't last forever, and that sooner or later, he will surely experience the same heartache he went through before. But right now, he had only hoped for one thing...

"Huh...? Suki...kun?" [Y/n] blurted out in confusion, turning towards her companion to see his usual charming smile. Heat rushed to her face at that, but what made her heart race was the fact that Sukiyaki interlaced his slender fingers with hers.

Maybe... Just maybe... Even for a moment... Both of them could revel in respite — to seek solace from each other.

"Let's return to our home, [Y/n]."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: B-52 X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Suffering from boredom on a fine windy day, MC decided to plead with her winged food soul for a ride in the air.

Word Count: 2,438

"It sure is windy today..." A certain [h/c]ette commented, peering at the light blue skies littered with fluffy white clouds.

It was one fine weekend. The young master attendant doesn't have any school to attend on this day nor does she have to meddle with the business mostly run by her food souls. She sighed and slumped deeper into her seat on the gazebo. The wind picked up once again and gently caressed her [h/c] tresses.

"Tch... What a boring weekend," a childish pout played upon her lips, eyebrows furrowed with hidden indignation. "Everyone is so busy... I can't spend any bonding time with them... And even the kids are nowhere to be found! Bah!" [Y/n] openly complained, her voice echoing outside the gazebo, and was carried away by the wind.

"[Y/n]-sama?" A sudden voice broke the said girl from her tantrum.

[Y/n] whipped her attention toward the stranger's voice. Her [e/c] eyes met with blue and yellow mechanical ones. Silver hair swayed with the wind as the person stood at the entrance of the gazebo. The girl hadn't realized that she had slumped deep in her seat and was caught behaving childishly by one of her food souls.

"G-Gou-nii, good morning," she let out an awkward chuckle while fixing her position, sweat-dropping at her stupidity. "I didn't expect you here."

B-52 scanned his master's condition before speaking up. "Brownie told me to check up on you."

"Ah... I see," [Y/n] drawled out. The disappointment was evident in her face with her bottom lips pursed into a pout and eyebrows knitted together. "Do you have anything to do next? If not, come sit here with me," she said, tapping the vacant space beside her.

"No," was the male's simple reply.

He then trudged over to where the [h/c]ette was and sat in the space next to her. As soon as he was seated, [Y/n] pulled her legs up and laid them on the seat. She leaned her upper body down and rested her head on B-52's lap, her gaze upwards while the male stared down at her with an emotionless face.

"[Y/n]-sama, what are you doing?"

"I'm resting my head on your lap. Am I heavy?"

B-52 simply shook his head. This earned a smile from the teen as she proceeded to close her eyes, feeling comfortable in her current position. The two remained like that for a few moments, serene silence befell upon them as the winds occasionally picked up and brushed past the two. Of course, wearing only thin pieces of casual clothing, [Y/n] would shiver whenever the cold breeze pricked her skin.

"Are you perhaps cold, [Y/n]-sama?" the food soul asked, glancing down at the trembling body of his master attendant. 

Opening [e/c] irises, [Y/n] was met with B-52's stoic expression. "Yeah, a bit," she answered, though made no effort to warm herself up. "Hey, Gou-nii. I have a request."

"What would that might be?"

"Can you take me up in the skies?" she pleaded, curiosity and desperation evident in those pools of hers. [Y/n] has been curious as to how it feels to be flying and seeing that she has at least three food souls who have that ability, she can't help but be intrigued and low-key jealous.

The male's gaze studied her own for a good minute before he bluntly answered. "No." 

"Why~?" [Y/n] childishly whined, puffing her cheeks and jutting her lower lip out in a cute pout. She put on her best puppy eyes though unsure whether the mechanical food soul would be swayed by this. 

"I do believe that the others—and I—find the notion dangerous for Master Attendant. Furthermore, Brownie would not like [Y/n]-sama to be in an accident. That's why he entrusted me to watch over you," the silverette stated, his voice lacking the usual monotone and now holding concern for the girl. 

[Y/n] understood where he was coming from, and as much as she wanted to comply with them and not cause trouble for her beloved food souls, her boredom and curiosity eventually took over her rationality. She already had this chance to feel what B-52 could feel when in the air, there was no way she would just give up this rare opportunity just for the sake of her safety. Although let's admit that she is subconsciously afraid of anything wrong happening while above ground, the thought is overwhelmed by her whim. 

"Pretty please, Gou-nii~? It won't take long, I promise! And besides, you can carry me, right?" [Y/n] pressed, now resorting to wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling the boy to obedience. "You're already here with me, there's no way you would let any harm go my way when you're here, right?" She then looked up and stared at his alluring orbs.

B-52 was torn between doing his duty as her food soul and protecting her from harm or giving in to her request. Lifting his left hand from the side, he gently patted the girl's [h/c] locks as he thought about his decision. It took the male at least a few minutes to contemplate what would be the best path to choose whilst petting the girl who was eagerly receiving his affections.

In a while, B-52 nodded solemnly. "I understand. I would comply with [Y/n]-sama's request. I would also ensure that you'll be safe with me up in the air."

"Wah! I'm so happy!" [Y/n] cheered as she sat up and immediately engulfed the white-haired food soul in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her face buried in his shoulders. "Thank you so much, Gou-nii! I love you!"

The aforementioned food soul could only stare in shock at the girl's sudden action, making him tense and unable to know how to act in this situation. The two surely bonded together for as long as B-52 could remember when he started as her food soul, however, it was only times that they would be accompanied by others as well. In times like this, the male couldn't decipher what he should be doing in response. After all, the two never had any intimacy other than the occasional head pat and chaste kisses on the cheeks or forehead. Truly, he doesn't know that much about his master attendant despite being hers for almost two years.

Easing his tense muscles, he let out a satisfied sigh and returned the hug, carefully wrapping his limbs around her petite body to bring his beloved attendant closer. "I...love you too, [Y/n]-sama," he whispered in her ears, flitting his lids close.

As a red hue bloomed on the girl's cheeks and the grin widened, she then pulled back and beamed. "Let's go, Gou-nii! I can't wait to experience this for the first time with you!" she giggled, bouncing from the seat on the gazebo and gently tugging the winged food soul by his hand.

B-52 obliged and followed her outside the gazebo and into the vibrant garden. It was such an unusually windy day. The air currents were harsh and chilling, and the time intervals it would appear were random. The flora around the garden would dance along with the winds, and the pink petals of the cherry trees floated around the marvelous place. Once the two reached a perfect open space, the silverette's heterochromia corneas glanced down at his master. 

"Are you comfortable if I hold you like this, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked whilst embracing the girl against his body, his arm wrapped around securely around the small of her back and her waist. "Please do hold onto me all the time," he added. 

"This is fine, Gou-nii," [Y/n] responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as instructed.

"Good. Very well then, I would first prepare my wings before we take off," B-52 nodded as his mechanical wings spread out behind him for a test run.

After a few minutes of his mechanical wing changing gears and testing out the mobility, B-52 then slowly lifted off the ground with the [h/c]ette in his hold. The lift-off ensued without much difficulty despite the weight, and the food soul was able to get a secure grip on his passenger. [Y/n] could feel her heart thumping aggressively against her ribcage from the excitement and nervousness. She was feeling chills run down her spine, yet it wasn't due to the noon breeze. Once B-52 ensured that it was stable enough, he flew a few more feet upwards in one swift move.

"AAAHHH!" [Y/n] shrieked at the unexpected action, instinctively clinging tighter to her food soul in fear of falling—not that he would allow it though. The pressure of the cold winds roughly caressed her face, eyes tight shut, and [h/c] locks splayed everywhere. 

At last, B-52 seemed to stop ascending the sky and now stalled reasonable meters above the ground. His gaze landed on the girl still secured in his arms. Unconsciously, he sported a small smile at her petite form. A few moments later, [Y/n] calmed down from that and carefully opened her eyes. A pair of [e/c] orbs instantly met with heterochromia ones. 

"We're high up in the air, right?" the teenager asked, all the while emitting a nervous chuckle. She loosened her hold around her food soul's neck and instead rested her hand on his shoulder. 

The silverette promptly nodded, a smile sporting his lips. "Yes. We're 50 meters above the ground. The wind currents are stable for now, you can try and look around, [Y/n]-sama," he mentioned, glancing at the view below.

[Y/n] followed his gaze and soon her eyes widened in awe, and her mouth parted slightly as she was left starstruck. The view from above was indeed magnificent. She could see the large mansion placed in the middle of her large property, the enormous garden from where they were earlier shrunk in size. Turning her head, she saw several pavilion houses that were made for a select few of her food souls. Flora surrounded the whole property, and behind the mansion was a dense forest followed by a clearing by the cliff overlooking a body of water. 

Seeing that her property was located at the top of a hill, she could see the town below. The houses littered around appeared like small collective boxes, and the establishments present were very much visible. She could even see her restaurant, Moon Rose Resto, and the annexed balcony, Scarlet Terrace. Ah... How she admired this view.

"Are you enjoying yourself, [Y/n]-sama?" B-52 inquired, shifting his gaze from the surroundings to his [h/c]ette master.

"Mhm. I do!" she chirped, bobbing her head. After a few minutes of admiring the town, she turned to him, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. "Is it okay if we move? I wanna experience flying with you and admiring the town more."

B-52 obediently nodded. "Of course, [Y/n]-sama. Hang on tight." 

[Y/n] did what she was instructed and wrapped her arms around the silverette's neck once again. A cold breeze brushed past the two of them as they swiveled across the air. Her [e/c] eyes gaze at her surroundings as they fly past the large mansion and into the town below. After a few minutes of watching the townspeople go on with their daily lives, the duo was about to return to the mansion on top of the hill.

Just as B-52 flew over the pathway, strong winds stuck the two. His mechanical wings got tangled, forcing him to lose balance in the air. At the same time, both of them lose their grip on each other from that.

"Eh?" [E/c] orbs dilated in shock, her heart skipping a beat as she reached out towards her food soul. She could feel the cold breeze whizzing past her falling form, [h/c] tresses splayed in every direction.

"[Y/N]-SAMA!" B-52 screamed, extending his arms towards her in an attempt to grab her falling form.

With knitted eyebrows, he clicked his tongue and immediately adjusted his wings. Once he was stable enough, he didn't waste another minute diving downwards. [Y/n]'s figure was fast descending the heavens, her heart running a mile as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to die like this. She shut her lids tight, afraid of the impact of her body meeting the solid ground. She waited for her inevitable death... However, instead of the harsh earth, she felt trembling limbs hugging her form as she ascended into the air. 

Cautiously opening her eyes, she was met with a terrified B-52, his face showed so much emotion that the master attendant didn't know. "Are you...okay, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked through uneven breaths.

Her gaze scanned his form. It was evident from that that he wasn't expecting that to happen. And worst of all, she knew that he was so afraid of her falling to her death. Pursing her quivering lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. 

"Mhm. I'm okay, Gou-nii. Thank you for saving me," she weakly mumbled, the trauma of earlier still catching up to her. 

"I apologize for my inability to predict that outcome, [Y/n]-sama..." he mentioned, now landing safely in the middle of the garden they once stood in earlier. "I'm terribly sorry for failing you as your food soul and endangering your life. Truly I'm sorry..." his voice faltered at the end, setting the teen down as he slowly loosened his grip on her petite form. 

[Y/n] vigorously shook her head. "No! You saved me, Gou-nii. You shouldn't apologize. In the end, it's my fault for forcing you to comply with my stupid request. I was blinded by my whim and didn't think of this possibility. That's why you shouldn't blame yourself," she asserted, her face undeniably full of resolve about the matter and isn't going to be persuaded otherwise.

"But..." the male started though was stopped by his master.

"Don't say anything more, Gou-nii. It's all in the past. Even though I almost died, I'm still alive now, right?" she smiled weakly, trying to convince the male not to blame himself further. After all, she didn't want a repeat of his history and his blame on himself for being inadequate. ​​​​​​"I'm just glad that you're here for me, Gou-nii..." With that, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging the male in reassurance despite her trembling.

B-52 eventually relaxed in her embrace, reciprocating the gesture by wrapping his arms around her shoulders, bringing the [h/c]ette closer. He then rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. "I promise it won't happen again, [Y/n]-sama..."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Bamboo Rice X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Bamboo Rice was woken up from a nightmare. Fueled by his fear and panic, he desperately searched for a sign that his master attendant was still alive.

Word Count: 1,152

A certain food soul was woken up with a start. His forest-green irises were wide as a saucer, cold sweat decorated his entire body as he let out a ragged and sharp breath. His heart was hammering inside his chest and he could hear its deafening beats in his ears. The male was seated on his bed, the white blanket completely left his body, and now discarded on the floor. Bamboo Rice felt his lips quiver in alarm and fear while his hand clenched his chest.

"What...was that? A dream?" He muttered to himself, trying to calm down from his episode only to no avail.

Swiftly getting out of his bed, he went straight to the door and slammed it open. He raced out of his room and through the halls. He doesn't care whether or not his action breaks the door or even the wall due to his strength. In his mind, his only priority is to find that certain person. His veins were pumped with adrenaline as snippets of his nightmare flashed in front of his eyes, flooding his brain with images of her.

He slammed open every door in the hallway, not caring whether there was someone inside or the string of curses and harsh words thrown at him afterward. He doesn't care about them; he only cares about her. After inspecting every nook and cranny of the second floor, there was still no sign of the person he was searching for. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and jumped off the railing of the second floor.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" He demanded the first person he came upon after landing on the first story of the mansion, his large hands gripping the person's shoulder tightly. There was a deep crease between his eyebrows as he inadvertently glared at Pancake, impatience, and frustration seen on his features.

The poor boy could only blink in shock. He slowly removed the pancake from his mouth before speaking. "Who? Do you mean Boss? I think she went out with someone."

The green-haired food soul immediately left the mansion after hearing his desired answer, leaving the dark-haired Pancake confused. Once again, he slammed the double doors open and saw some of his fellow food souls loitering at the garden mansion. His panic-filled orbs scanned the vicinity of the area, but never once found a mop of [h/c] hair. He allowed his feet to trudge onward, asking the same question to every food soul he encountered on the way. However, he only received vague responses about her actual whereabouts and even a shake of their head, not knowing where she was.

This led to another wave of uneasiness overwhelming him. Surely, that dream wasn't true, right? That won't happen, right? He could still feel her life force with the help of the contract, but whatever he did to put his mind at ease, he couldn't help but feel something prodding at the back of his mind—like something awful might happen. His footsteps didn't stop as he ran through the forest where he usually lounges. It was just at the back of the mansion, and apparently, it was also a part of their property. Jade-colored eyes darted from side to side as he proceeded further deep into the area, trying to catch at least a glimpse of [h/c] locks.

Eventually, he came upon a grass field just on the outskirts of the forest. It was vast greenery full of various plants protruding from the soil, overlooking a body of clear water from the cliffside. He allowed his legs to stop, standing just a few meters from the person he was looking for. His shoulder relaxed at the sight of her, the creases from his eyebrows were gone, and his eyes softened. Relief washed over his exhausted body, but he couldn't care less about his sweaty skin or his rapid heartbeat. All he cared about was the girl before him.

Letting out a heavy breath, he moved forward to the figure in the distance. Her small back faced him, [h/c] locks swayed in different directions when the crisp breeze blew by as her hand tucked away a stray hair from her face. Soon, [Y/n] heard the ruffling of grass blades and soft footsteps nearing her. She whisked her head around, [e/c] pools locking with jade ones.

"Tak...kun?" She mumbled out, confusion written all over her face with her eyes an inch wide. The teen could see remnants of panic and fear in his relaxed expression. She let her body turn around to fully face the approaching male.

However, he remained quiet while nearing her. Once he was at arm's reach from her, he instantly wrapped his arms around her petite frame, enveloping her in a tight embrace. He buried his face in her back, afraid to let her witness his vulnerable state. [Y/n] was utterly confused by his behavior but didn't dare question him. She snaked her arms on his broad back, not minding his sweaty body. She rubbed circles on his back, trying to soothe the trembling male.

Not a minute later, the green-haired food soul broke down. His grip on her was tight, afraid that she might vanish from his grasp if he let go. He pursed his lips and his eyes were closed, salty tears already brimming down from his face. He sobbed.

"Takkun? Are you alright? What happened?" [Y/n] asked, her voice gentle as ever. She moved her hand up to touch his green locks and pet them.

It took Bamboo Rice a few minutes before answering her question despite his breakdown. "You...you...I had a b-bad....dream about y-you... You l-left me in that dream! You said s-sorry....again and again...and then w-when you hugged m-me...you...disappeared... Y-you left a l-letter...for me...and it says t-that...you're dead!" Bamboo Rice was bawling, his voice cracking every time he spoke.

Somehow, the young master attendant got a glimpse of the situation. Sorrow flashed in her [e/c] pools for the male. She knew all too well about this feeling; she used to have nightmares about her family leaving her, and she knew how much it hurt. She slowly drops her lids, continuing to caress the grieving male.

"[Y/n]..." Bamboo Rice called out in a whisper.

"Yes, Takkun?"

"P-please...don't leave me..."

A sad smile was etched on her lips at his request. She knew to herself that she would never leave them no matter what, however... She also knew that she couldn't stay in their lives forever. A human like her only has a limited time, unlike food souls who lived for thousands of years. [Y/n] knew what her beloved food soul was implying, and she couldn't promise herself that she definitely wouldn't leave. Despite her dilemma, she ushered the words into his ears.

"Of course, Takkun. I won't leave you no matter what."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Cheese X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After getting home from her shift at the restaurant, Cheese treated her bored and lonely master attendant with a homemade lunch.

Word Count: 1,045

"I'm hungry..." A [h/c]ette teen groggily mumbled, her cheeks planted on the wooden, dining table. "Can someone cook for me...?"

For the past 10 minutes, [Y/n] stayed in her spot in the dining room, hoping for someone to hear her pleas for food and notice her. But just like before, no one seemed to answer her. The girl pouted and groaned. She then remained silent for a moment before collecting all of her remaining strength to lift her head from the wood and stand.

The teenager lazily strode in the direction of the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped and her face contorted into a mixture of boredom, drowsiness, and annoyance. With every heavy step she took, it didn't take her long before arriving at the empty kitchen...

Or so she thought.

Once she entered the room, she could hear the loud rummaging in one of the fridges they had. The metal door was wide open, although it blocked her view of identifying the person. [Y/n] observed closely, her [e/c]-colored eyes narrowed. She had her guard up in case it was some thief or kidnapper. Who knows?

Emerging from the tall fridge was a blonde that she knew all too well. The person held several ingredients in their arms and closed the fridge door with their foot. [Y/n] instantly recognized the person and relaxed.

"Chi-chan?"

Said Food Soul whipped her head at the call of her name. Well, nickname, technically. Her candy-colored eyes blinked at the sight of her master attendant before breaking into a big grin.

"[Y/n]-chan! Perfect timing!" Cheese exclaimed, setting the ingredients on the counter before rushing to give her master attendant a quick hug.

"And here I was assuming no one was in the house at how quiet and empty it was," the [h/c]-haired rolled her eyes playfully. "I was in the dining room for the last minutes or so, constantly whining about someone making me food. Though, of course, no one did answer me." She sighed.

Cheese chuckled. "Well, you're right about that. No one else is here at the moment. I just came back from my shift at the restaurant and decided to come straight back here to check on you, knowing that you might be the only one left alone in this huge mansion. And when I did return, I saw you in the dining and thought you were asleep so I quietly made my way to the kitchen."

"I have 96 food souls and all of them are out of the mansion? How dare they leave their defenseless master attendant alone!" [Y/n] faked gasping, then pouted and whined like a child. "They're so cruel to me! I'm still 16 years old and I'm defenseless and alone in this huge mansion! They don't care about me at all! Whether I'm hungry or not!" she continued to rant, releasing all of her built-up frustrations.

The blonde maiden chuckled at the girl's childish tantrums. She patted her charcoal locks to comfort her. "There, there, [Y/n]-chan. Don't be upset anymore. I'm here now anyway. How about I make your lunch and dessert, what do you say?"

At that, [Y/n]'s [e/c] orbs instantly sparkled in delight. Her gaze fixated only on Cheese. "Really?!"

"Of course! What do you want to eat?"

"Yay! You're the best, Chi-chan!" the teen cheered loudly, throwing her arms up in the air.

A giggle escaped the other girl's mouth as she proceeded to the counter. She turned back to glance at the younger female. "How about fish fillet and mango pudding? Is that alright with you?"

"Yep~" [Y/n] chirped. 

The [h/c]-haired female sat on one of the counter stools while quietly watching Cheese prepare and cook the dishes. The aroma of fish entered her nose once it was placed on the sizzling pan, making her stomach growl in anticipation of devouring the said meal.

After the blonde finished the meals and placed them on the counter to cool, she then proceeded to make the dessert. [Y/n], bored by now, stood from her seat and took out a water jar from the fridge along with some lemons, strawberries, and osmanthus.

"Say, Chi-chan, do you want some fruit tea?" asked the [h/c]ette, placing the required fruits for the drink on the counter adjacent to the one Cheese was.

"Yeah, sure, [Y/n]-chan."

The two continued to work with their respective tasks, finishing both the dessert and drink. Once they were done, they cleaned the place and returned the materials and utensils to their place.

"Let's go eat, [Y/n]-chan!" Cheese smiled while holding the tray of their meal on it.

"Uh-huh!" the girl nodded.

The two girls entered the dining room and proceeded to eat their lunch. [Y/n] thoroughly enjoyed bonding with one of her female food souls, especially watching one of her chefs cooking up close and helping her with it. The teen never really liked cooking in particular due to her fear of getting burns from hot oil or 'cooking' something undesirable to eat. Not only that, but she also gets nervous about cooking when around her food souls who mostly do the cooking. She always thought that they might dislike the meals that she would cook or if it wasn't up to their expectations, which made her confidence go down the drain.

This is one reason why the young master attendant never set foot in the kitchen intending to cook.

Despite that, the girl wants to cook or bake with some of her food souls, wanting to try out some recipes that she would find and discover on the net or from watching. She also told herself that she should learn how to cook since she was already growing up. She's already a teenager, after all. She doesn't want to always depend on her food souls to do the cooking for her and wants to make something for them to try. Cheese's dishes truly lifted her spirits and rejuvenated her whole body, feeling the drowsiness leave. The meal was so delicious that she would want to have seconds even if she was full.

"Your cooking is great as always, Chi-chan! Thanks for making this for me~" [Y/n] chimed, smiling at the blonde.

Cheese returned the smile with a bigger one. "No problem, [Y/n]-chan! I'm really glad that you enjoyed it~"

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #food fantasy #ff #food fantasy cheese #ff cheese

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Cassata X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After getting soaked in water from Pizza's prank, Cassata helped his master attendant change and provide warmth during the cold season.

Word Count: 1,282

SPLASH!

"Wha⁠!?" [e/c] hues widened as some water dripped down from the person's lashes, slightly blurring their field of view due to the liquid.

A snicker can be heard just near the door the girl was in, along with some terrified stuttering here and there. [Y/n] already identified the annoying snicker as Cassata's since she could practically hear his voice anywhere. As for the stutters, she could wildly guess it as Pizza's. And judging by this frightened tone, it could be said that he's going to expect severe punishment for pulling the prank on her.

"Pi-chan..." a low, dangerous growl escaped from [Y/n]'s lips, her murderous aura spiking from her body.

Pizza squeaked in terror at the tone of his master attendant's voice and immediately left the place running. Cassata sweat-dropped, knowing that he was in this predicament alone and would be facing her wrath soon. A loud sneeze interrupted Cassata's thoughts of escape as he whipped his attention toward the sound. There, by the door, he saw the [h/c]ette profusely rubbing her red nose while trying not to suffer too much from the cold by rubbing her shoulders.

"You cold, [Y/n]-hime?" Cassata casually walked up to her, examining her situation with an amused look on his face.

"Isn't it obvious?" the girl rolled her eyes at him, sending him a heated glare which he just returned with a smug grin. She lightly punched the male on his chest, fuming. "I hate you."

"Aw~ Don't be like that, [Y/n]-hime~ Here, let me help you change your clothes in your room," Cassata tittered while taking his white coat off and carefully placing it on her shivering shoulders before leading her towards her room.

Silence befell the two while they made their way to their destination, no one spoke a word other than the occasional sniffs and sneezes here and there. At last, the duo arrived at the room at the end of the hall. The salmon pink-haired male opened the door for his master to enter. The girl promptly gave him thanks as she entered her room.

The male followed after, closing the door behind him and making sure to lock it after. His golden eye observed the interior of the rather small room. It is only on rare occasions that he was allowed to enter her quarters, and the last he set foot inside was over a few months before. There was her bed on the farthest corner of the room, a mahogany side table just beside it. Her walls were cream-colored with a dark brown tiled floor. There was a balcony on the adjacent wall, and transparent sliding doors securely closed behind the [f/c] curtains. Opposite it was the bathroom.

Cassata trudged over to where the girl's bed was and plopped down on it, setting himself comfortable on the soft mattress. He closed his eye and decided to take a short rest in the meantime. Meanwhile, [Y/n] watched his every action with a roll of her eyes. Nevertheless, she smiled and removed the coat from her body. Putting the garment beside the owner, she then made her way toward her bathroom. She closed the door, locked it, and proceeded to undress while waiting for the tub to fill up.

After a few minutes of waiting, the teen exited the bath with nothing on but a large towel wrapped around her body. Her [h/l], [h/c] locks dripped with water down to her neck, collarbone, and shoulder blades. Cassata glanced up from his seat on the bed and failed to notice the pink on his pale cheeks after seeing his master.

"You do know that it's quite improper to leave the bath just with a towel on, right? Especially when there's a male in the room," he sighed, looking away from her exposed body and trying to cool down the blush.

[Y/n]'s [e/c] hues stared at him for a few moments, no emotion whatsoever on her face before she shrugged her shoulders and strode towards where her closet was. "Meh. It's just you in here, it's not like you're the perverted type of food soul that I know."

The salmon-haired male shook his head disapprovingly, though he remained silent and returned to napping. After getting a sleeveless [f/c] sundress and a pair of underwear, the [h/c]ette returned to the bathroom to dress. In a few minutes, she emerged from the other room with a hairbrush. She plopped on the bed, making the mattress bounce from her weight. Cassata opened his eye, revealing [e/c] hues staring back at him.

"What is it that you want, [Y/n]-hime? Though if it's about my scarf, sorry no one can let you have it," he stated, knowing full well that the girl was obsessed with borrowing his green scarf ever since.

She playfully rolled her eyes as she seated herself properly on the bed, letting him face her back as she held the brush at head level. "Brush my hair for me, please?"

Letting out a sigh, the food soul complied with her request. He propped himself up, grabbed the towel the girl had provided, and dried her tresses with it. After making sure that most of the water was removed, he took the hairbrush and gently combed her hair with it.

[Y/n] fluttered her eyes close as Cassata's gentle hand caressed her [h/c] hair. She loved it whenever her food souls would do simple things like these. Well, in general, the young female just loved spending time with them, no matter what they were doing at that time.

"There, done," the male's voice snapped the girl from her short trance.

"Thanks, Sacchin!" she sent him a warm smile as she stood up.

"No problem, princess," pink hue dusted across his cheeks at her dazzling smile.

Watching her return the items to the bathroom, he then stood up from the bed as well. Returning the coat on his shoulders, his feet sauntered over to the balcony door. Moving the curtains aside, he opened the glass sliding door as the cold, evening breeze immediately welcomed him. Cassata leaned on the railings, observing the multiple lights from the buildings in town.

"Today's such a wonderful evening, huh?" a familiar voice interrupted.

Cassata turned his head towards his sudden companion. [Y/n]'s hair was gently swaying due to the wind, and her [e/c] orbs were focused on the gem-like lights. The moon was illuminating her figure, making her glow a heavenly radiance in the dark.

"Yeah, it is," he replied, a smile on his face as he returned his gaze to the glistering town.

Silence fell upon the two for the time being. It wasn't an awkward silence, rather it was serene. [Y/n] frowned upon experiencing the cold breeze brush past her petite body, making her whole body shiver in response. She had forgotten that she wore a sundress; quite improper in this draft weather. Fortunately for her, her male companion noticed her trembling body.

"You should've worn something warm, [Y/n]-hime. Winter's just around the corner, after all," Cassata removed his green scarf and gently wrapped it around her small frame.

"Thanks, Sacchin..." [Y/n] muttered, a blush erupting in her cheeks at the gestures.

However, it seems that the male wasn't finished yet. Without any warning, the salmon pink-haired male encased the smaller girl in his embrace. This took the girl by surprise, her eyes dilated at the realization. Her blush went into a darker shade of red due to the intimacy, but she didn't do anything to escape from his grasp. In all honesty, she quite loved it.

Gently touching the limbs around her forearms, she lightly stroked his arm. "Thanks, Sacchin."

"You're always welcome, [Y/n]-hime," the male smiled back in response.

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #food fantasy #food fantasy cassata #ff #ff cassata

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Bamboo Rice X afab!Reader

Synopsis: It was always the same. The same duo. The same routine. The same feelings. The same memories...

Word Count: 2,018

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]! WHERE ARE YOU?! [Y/N]!" A certain green-haired male shouted out loud as he entered the spacious mansion. His emerald eyes darted from the empty hallways to various rooms until he found the girl he was searching for.

Bamboo Rice stopped at the entrance of the living room, his gaze landed on the figure of a certain attendant sitting on a couch by the windows. He could make out the outline of her silhouette—[h/l] [h/c] hair, [s/c] complexion, and [b/s] body. Her attention was dragged from the view outside the window towards the male, a small smile gracing her features.

"I'm just right here beside the window. There's no need to shout, Takkun," [Y/n] giggled, her gentle voice resonating around the room.

Bamboo Rice could feel his heart thumping hard against his chest, his cheeks warming up at the sight of his beloved master. "What are you doing?" He asked, walking a bit towards a loveseat and casually sitting on it, crossing his legs on the cushion.

"I'm not doing anything," the young [h/c]ette replied, returning her gaze outside.

"Come here beside me!" The greenette strongly insisted, sporting a childish pout on his face.

"Yes, yes. I'll be there; just wait for a minute," a sigh escaped the teen's pink lips but complied with his request.

She stood up from her seat and strode towards where the male was located. Bamboo Rice was repeatedly tapping the seat beside him, eager to have the girl by his side. She emitted a chuckle as she neared the loveseat and sat down beside the green-haired male. Almost instantly, he hoisted the girl up and placed her on his lap.

Red smeared across [Y/n]'s cheeks at the unexpected action while the male food soul had his arms securely wrapped around her body, snuggling against her [h/c] hair before settling his chin on the crook of her neck. The young master eventually relaxed in his embrace and leaned back against his exposed torso. Bamboo Rice inhaled her scent, a grin breaking onto his face.

"Let's talk!"

The [h/c]ette smiled as her hand caressed his long green locks. "Okay, you go first. I'll listen to your story."

At that, his grin widened, and started his story about his adventure in the forest. [Y/n] listened attentively while giving him soft touches and affection.

[Y/n] let out a gentle hum as she brushed through her food souls' thick green tresses, her fingers carefully untangling some knots here and there. Bamboo Rice was in a deep slumber, his head laid on her lap as the rest of his body was on the remaining space on the loveseat. The attendant's [e/c] eyes glanced down at the older male, admiring his handsome features up close. She traced his battle scars with the tip of her fingers before rubbing his tan cheeks in a loving motion.

"[Y/n]..." The male mumbled out, squirming a bit in his sleep but his eyelids remained closed. "Where are you now?"

A chuckle reverberated in her throat after seeing his furrowed eyebrows. "I'm right here beside you," she sang softly.

Bamboo Rice grunted, opening one emerald orb to glance at his master. However, he can't see her face due to his blurry sight from waking up. She continued her small ministration of playing with his hair, completely unaware of the gaze lingering on herself. [Y/n] then glanced down at the male at the same time he closed his eyes.

A smile crept on her lips, and her hand found its way back to her beloved food soul's face. "Cute..."

"Hm... What is cute? What are you looking at?" The male asked, still not opening his eyes.

"I'm looking at you, silly; you're cute," [Y/n] responded with another chuckle.

By now, the greenette opened both of his eyes only to be met with her alluring [e/c] pools. He blinked twice. Silence befell the two; no one saying a word. Bamboo Rice tried to comprehend his master's words. Once he understood what she meant, his cheeks bloomed with a scarlet hue and he broke into a large, cheeky grin.

"You're cute too, [Y/n]!" He proclaimed happily. Then, he leaned up and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened at his bold act, a blush emerging on her skin. The kiss only lasted a few seconds when the food soul got up and sat beside her. He had a cheery expression while watching the teen. [Y/n] soon broke out from her sudden shock and turned to see Bamboo Rice's grinning face. She couldn't help but let a smile onto her face. She then stood up, dusting her clothes a bit. 

"Where are you going?" Bamboo Rice immediately asked, a frown sporting his lips. 

"I'm not going anywhere," the [h/c]ette answered. She then stood in front of the male, his gaze solely on her. She leaned into his face for a passionate kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks. "I'll be always here right beside you," she affirmed, resting her forehead against his with her eyes closed.

The male took this chance to gaze at her beautiful face. His calloused hand moved unconsciously to touch her tinged cheeks. Closing his eyes, he leaned in for another kiss, and their lips connected in a second.

"[Y/n]! Where are you?" Bamboo Rice shouted once he entered the mansion, returning from his stroll in the forest.

"I'm inside the dining room, Takkun!" He heard her shout back, her voice echoing inside the spacious place.

The male rushed through the hallway and entered the said dining room, eager to see his beloved attendant again. He saw the girl sitting on one of the many chairs, seemingly busy with whatever she was doing. A grin broke out on his face, heart beating aggressively against his ribcage. He trudged towards her and without any warnings, enveloped the petite girl in a loving hug from behind.

"You smell nice, [Y/n]~" the green-haired food soul cooed, inhaling her scent.

The mentioned female chuckled, patting his head with her free hand. "Welcome back, Takkun. And thanks for the compliment."

Bamboo Rice stayed in their position for a while, his cheeks nuzzling against [Y/n]'s [h/c] locks while the young girl continued writing on a piece of paper. He immediately took notice of it and stared at it in confusion.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm writing a letter," [Y/n] simply replied.

"What for?"

"It's a se-cret~" the girl swiftly angled her head so that she could see the greenette's face, flashing him a playful smile.

A pout decorated his lips after that. "Come with me to the forest!"

"But I have to go soon..." She muttered, her previous playful smile contorted into a pained frown while her eyebrows creased. She let her gaze avert elsewhere to avoid his.

"Why's that?" Bamboo Rice pulled back, taking a seat on the table. His legs dangled from the edge of the furniture with his hands planted on his thighs. His sharp gaze focused solely on the female in front of him. "Is there somewhere you're going? Let me come with you!"

"I can't," she pursed her quivering lips at that.

"Why? [Y/n], I can't understand you!" The adult whined, a bit impatient and confused by his master's unusual behavior. "Then! Let's talk instead!"

The girl didn't respond. Thick silence engulfed the two for a moment, neither was making a sound nor moving from their spots. Bamboo Rice had his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance—he dislikes the way his master attendant ignores him. Moreover, he can't understand her recent behavior at all. His mouth opened to say something but stopped midway when his forest green irises met with [e/c] ones. 

[Y/n] glanced at her beloved food soul, eyes glassy, and wet. Her body was trembling, lips quivering, and brows knitted together. She appeared distraught—that he could identify. But the reason behind it...he doesn't. His anger died down at the instant they locked gazes. He felt a pang inside his chest. It hurts...so bad. His heart was hammering against his ribcage as time went by, the silence dragging too long for his liking.

"I'm sorry..." Her sweet voice cracked. "I'm sorry..."

He was utterly confused. His master was saying sorry...but for what reason? She didn't do anything to apologize for it. So why? Not only that, the corner of her lips curved into a smile. It was forced and it appeared more like a sad smile rather than a happy one. In a minute, she choked out a bitter laugh. He couldn't understand her at all; she was smiling and laughing, but she wasn't entirely happy. Her pained expression was a dead giveaway, so then why she was forcing herself to do this?

The sight of his master breaking down brought him immense pain. However, he didn't know how to comfort her. He remained there on his spot; unmoving. He witnessed her tears cascading freely down her [h/c] cheeks, staining her flawless skin with salty water. Something was wrong, but the food soul couldn't seem to do anything about it. He could feel it...he could feel something unpleasant in the pits of his stomach. It was making him nauseous that he wanted to puke out all his lunch.

"I'm so sorry!" [Y/n] launched herself at the unsuspecting male, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her lids were tight shut as tears kept emerging from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Takkun!" She hugged him even tighter, her entire body trembling.

"[Y.../n]?" Bamboo Rice was completely lost for words. His eyes dilated in shock at the whole ordeal.

"Goodbye..." At last, her body ceased trembling. She whispered the word in his ear, soft and delicate like a feather. Her grip on him loosened, and the male could feel her body dissipating into thin air. "Goodbye, Takkun... I'm sorry I can't be with you forever..."

It was too late, however, for him to realize everything that was happening. He gasped for air when he snapped out of his sudden shock. The body that was clinging to him was becoming transparent by the second, and the warmth that was his master attendant started to fade. He screamed her name over and over, his arms trying to feel at least a flesh—a sign of her existence. Tears brimmed in the corner of his eyes and overflowed down his tanned cheeks. A few moments passed, and the girl who was embracing the male was no more...

The morning sun shone its rays unto the bustling town, sending warmth to every person. It was such a beautiful day. The birds were chirping their usual melody, their tune echoing throughout the whole town. The flora was blooming vividly—an indication of life. A certain food soul was in a forest near his residence, sleeping on top of a large, sturdy branch. His eyes fluttered open and the first thing he noticed was a white object located at the base of the tree he situated himself.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he got down from the tree and safely landed on the grass below. Picking up the object, Bamboo Rice scanned it with a scrutinizing gaze. He furrowed his brows and a wave of familiarity washed over his entire body. The mysterious letter was addressed to him, and without any second thought, he ripped the envelope open and pulled out a parchment from inside.

The green-haired food soul read the content, his emerald orbs examining every word written inside. Soon, he could feel his heartthrob aggressively against his ribcage. Tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall any second. His grip on the letter tightened, crumbling the paper a bit.

"So... It wasn't a dream...?" He choked out a sob, feeling his upper body limp and his knees give in. He fell to his knees against the soft blade of grass. "Then... [Y/n]...?" Tears came flowing down from his eyes as he held the letter tight on his chest, close to where his aching heart was located.

Goodbye...

It read.

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #food fantasy #food fantasy bamboo rice #ff #ff bamboo rice #angst with a sad ending #light angst #angst

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Pizza X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After being interrupted in her solo concert, MC introduced Pizza to karaoke and bonded over singing one song.

Word Count: 1,530

Puttin’ my defenses up 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack​​​

A young [h/c]-haired female sang the first few lines of the song, her hand making a fist as if holding an invisible microphone. The booming music of the song echoed throughout the whole mansion. She had her lids shut tight and mouth still agape while screaming/echoing the last word of the song.

When the beat dropped, she instantly did a head-bang and continued to have a concert in the living room of her mansion.

Never put my love out on the line Never said yes to the right guy Never had trouble getting what I want But when it comes to you, I’m never good enough

[Y/n] continued to move and dance according to the lyrics of the song, waving her arms up and down, swaying along with the beat, twirling around, or just randomly moving all about. She pranced around the large space, careless about whether she'd cause injury to herself or break some furniture. Even the music was booming from the stereo and it's a miracle that no one even notices her or scolds her for that. And even more, it's truly surprising that [Y/n] didn't have an ear bleed yet.

When I don’t care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won’t wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball

"Huh? Is that [Y/n]-chan?" a blonde food soul noticed a mop of [h/c] bouncing in the living room, he wasn't sure since he couldn't see her face due to her short stature.

The male entered the living room and had to cover his ears once he took a step into her territory. He walked around the couch just to make sure that it was his master attendant who was singing in the middle of the room. And to make sure to stop the music or just decrease its volume. Sure enough, the small girl who was dancing was his master attendant.

The journey toward the stereo was challenging since he was getting closer and closer to the source of the booming sound. Fortunately enough, he was able to turn the volume down without making his ear bleed. The blonde sighed in relief afterward.

"Eh? What happened?" [Y/n] asked herself, surprised and confused as to why the music had stopped. However, when she turned around to check the stereo, she saw a tall blonde instead. "Pi-chan?"

"Sorry~ Your music is too loud and I feared that you might hurt your ear," Pizza apologized, rubbing his cheeks sheepishly.

The girl pouted slightly. She was upset that Pizza stopped her small shenanigans. Since most of her food souls were either working at the restaurant, running an errand, or just having their free time, she thought that she could hog the mansion all to herself. After all, nothing was interesting happening and she was bored to death. This is one way to release the stress of everyday life and have a fun time alone. However, she can't be angry at the male since he's concerned about her well-being and it is also his responsibility to watch over her.

"So... What brings you here, Pi-chan?" she asked, wiping her face with a towel.

Pizza slumped on the loveseat and pouted. "Cassata said that he had an errand to do and Cheese was currently serving a VIP customer at the restaurant balcony. So I decided to come home instead to play games."

[Y/n] can't help but chuckle at the male's childish behavior. It reminds her of the times when she would act as an older sister to this child. Pizza continued to stare blankly at the marble floor. The [h/c]ette glanced back at the television set and her [e/c] eyes trailed down to the storage cabinet underneath the flat-screen television. An idea popped into her head while sporting a bright smile.

"Hey, Pi-chan," she called, glancing back at the male.

"Hm? What is it, [Y/n]-chan?" he asked, his attention focused on her.

"Since you've disrupted my mini-concert and you have nothing else to do, how about we sing karaoke instead?"

"Huh?" golden brows creased up in utter confusion.

"It seems that you don't know what karaoke is, do you?" the girl chuckled.

"No," Pizza shook his head and looked up at her, oceanic hues contained excitement. "Please tell me what it is!"

The teen instructed Pizza to help her set up the karaoke while explaining to him the activity that they'd be doing. After that, [Y/n] turned the television on and handed the mic to the older male. She waited for the program to start and occasionally watched the male beside her. She noticed his curiosity and innocence though nervous since he was still new to this kind of thing. As the music boomed through the speaker, indicating that the karaoke could now start, Pizza shrieked in surprise. He instinctively jumped onto the girl, trying to find a scarf to hold on to though when he didn't, he just buried his face in her arms.

[Y/n] burst out laughing at the scene unfold and tried her best to soothe the trembling blonde by caressing his golden locks. "No need to be jumpy, Pi-chan. It's just the opening sounds."

Pizza carefully removed himself from his master attendant while calming himself down. However, it only proved futile when he could feel his racing heart due to the embarrassment of clinging to his attendant like that. He then held the mic with both of his hands and thought of something else. After ensuring that the male was okay, [Y/n] then proceeded to input her selected song into the karaoke.

Before she hit the play button, she first turned to Pizza and then smirked. "The first line is yours. Good luck on catching up with me~"

The music then started and a familiar tune of piano playing was heard. Pizza immediately recognized the song and internally panicked when the countdown started. He replayed the tune from earlier in his head and tried to sing the lyrics correctly.

(PIZZA) You never put your love out on the line You never said yes to the right guy You never had trouble getting what you want But when it comes to you, I’m never good enough ([Y/N]) When I don’t care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won’t wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball (BOTH) But you make me wanna act like a girl ([Y/N]) Paint my nails and wear high heels (BOTH) For you (PIZZA) You make me so nervous, that I just can’t hold your hand

[Y/n] was surprised that Pizza was able to catch up with the tune of the lyrics and sing it correctly, though what amazed her was his wonderful singing voice. It makes her wanna stop singing and just hear his voice instead. Though she knew that she couldn't do that. They boomed through the chorus and the girl could see the incitement in the blonde's eyes.

The duo continued until the end of the song and they both panted like crazy due to singing their lungs out. They waited for the screen to change and once it did, their eyes were glued to the television, anticipating to know what their score was. The digits rocketed from zero until...

"100!" they both cheered after seeing their scores. A sign appeared on the screen saying 'congratulations' and a tune to go along with it.

Instinctively, Pizza lifted the [h/c]ette off the ground and hugged her. His arms wrapped around her thigh and his cheeks rubbed her stomach. At first, [Y/n] was surprised by the act and it made her emit a cute squeal. Her face was blushing but it didn't stop her excitement and laughter. After the male placed her back down, it was her turn to hug him. Said boy was caught by surprise when the shorter girl launched herself at him, arms wrapped around his neck. He then wrapped his arms around her back for support.

Both exchanged waves of laughter and giggles as they stayed in that position for a while. Then after, [Y/n] let go of the blonde. The silence was interrupted when claps entered their hearing. Their head swiftly turned to the source of the sound and who they saw stupefied them.

"My, my~ What an intriguing sight. Right, Cheese?" Cassata snickered, placing his hand on his waist.

"You're right, Cassata. I can't even imagine Pizza singing, yet here he is, singing a duet with [Y/n]-chan," the mouse maiden added.

"I even admire their encore performance, you know~" Cassata implied, winking at the two who blushed furiously.

[Y/n] and Pizza were left speechless and the snickers and giggles of the two were the only ones filling up the living room. After a while, [Y/n] regained back her composure and scolded them. She chased them after, leaving a dumbfounded Pizza alone in the living room.

"Pft! Ahahaha!" the blonde suddenly burst out laughing. "[Y/n]-chan is so cute and interesting." A smile then etched on his handsome face, softened eyes staring at the door where the three exited.

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #food fantasy #food fantasy pizza #ff #ff pizza

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Chocolate X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After witnessing Chocolate being intimate with one of their customers, MC was reminded of her past wound and current insecurities.

Word Count: 1,834

[Y/n]'s [e/c] orbs gazed over at the tan, raven-haired male as he gracefully strode to every table and served the customers. She frowned after seeing a blonde girl starting a conversation with him, an evident blush adorning her cheeks when Chocolate chuckled. An invisible knife pierced through her heart and it brought immense pain along with it. She sighed in frustration, returned inside the kitchen, and sat on a stool.

"I really can't, after all..."

THUD!

She banged her head against the kitchen's marble counter, alerting the blonde worker beside her. "You okay, [Y/n]-chan?" Cheese asked, worried about why the girl would bang her head against the marble.

"I'm fine," her muffled reply didn't send any reassurance to the older female.

Cheese frowned then gently lifted her master's head only to see a wound on her forehead, blood dripping down in between her eyes. [Y/n] could only stare at the blonde with an annoyed look on her face for disturbing her breakdown.

"Wah! [Y/n]-chan, you're bleeding!" the female screamed in horror at the sight.

"It's nothing. I'll just bandage it later on," [Y/n] stubbornly insisted, carefully removing Cheese's hand from her shoulder and standing up, about to leave. "Sorry to disturb your work."

"Don't leave yet! I still need to treat your wound!" It was obvious that Cheese was panicking. After all, she was in the middle of cooking when her master attendant decided to injure herself by banging her head against the marble counter and acting as if nothing happened then leaving.

"I'm fine!" [Y/n] persisted, trying to pry away from the blonde mouse's tight grip on her. "Please return to your job, Chi-chan!"

Their argument lasted for quite a good few minutes and slowly their increasing volume of voices can be heard by the customers. Some of them even paused eating and stared at the door to the kitchen with curiosity and anxiety. This even earned the waiters' attention such as Chocolate, Pudding, and Sandwich. At first, Chocolate tried to focus on his work and let Cheese handle their master attendant but then a loud shout alerted everyone in the room.

He gave Pudding the tray that he was holding before rushing into the kitchen. But as he was about to open the door, a short, [h/c]-haired female exited at the same time, her figure whipping right past him.

"[Y]...[/n]?" Chocolate stared at the entrance of the restaurant where the girl had run to, his sky blue hues bewildered at the occurrence.

Even the customers were worried about the well-being of the girl who stomped out of the restaurant in pure rage. Most of their customers were regulars at the restaurant and personally knew the girl who owned it, so seeing her in such a state made them question what might have happened between her and her food souls.

Pudding and Sandwich reassured the customers while Chocolate talked to Cheese about what had happened. The sad look on the female's face was evident as she explained everything to the ravenette.

"Okay. Thank you for telling me this, Cheese. I'll go and talk to Master Attendant," Chocolate said and then left the restaurant in search of his missing attendant.

Chocolate could only guess that the girl ran back home after the incident, and true enough when he returned home, he asked every food soul he'd encountered about her. They all said that she had locked herself in her room, telling everyone who tried to approach her to go away and leave her alone, which they reluctantly obeyed.

"I wondered what happened to her, she's making all of us worry," the tan male frowned, his brows creasing with worry over the girl. Once he reached the room at the end of the hallway, he stood there and fixed himself. He gently knocked on the wood. "[Y/n]? It's me, Chocolate. May I enter?"

"Go away. Leave me alone please."

The male sighed. He tried twisting the knob open to know if it was locked or not, and fortunately, it was open. He welcomed himself inside and made sure to close the door behind him. There he saw the girl sitting on her bed, her back leaning against the headboard. Her legs propped up and arms wrapped securely around it, burying her face. Chocolate only witnesses his master attendant being upset rarely since she's bright and cheerful when she's with them.

"Go away, Sho-kun. I don't want to talk to anyone right now," he heard her muffled reply.

"What if I don't want to? What will you do?" Chocolate pressed, disobeying her completely as he walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed in front of her.

[Y/n] didn't answer Chocolate's question. This made the male confused as to why she stayed quiet and was about to touch her when a hand slapped him away. "I said go away, didn't I?" she snapped at him, her [e/c] hues glaring intensely at him.

By this time, the ravenette fully saw the swelling wound on the girl's forehead, along with some smudged, dried blood on it. He also observed her red, puffy eyes and knew that she had been crying ever since she came home.

"What's wrong, [Y/n]? Is there something upsetting you?" he asked, genuinely worried about her. His brows were knitted upwards and his sapphire eyes showed grief in them.

[Y/n] immediately regretted snapping at her food soul once she saw his crestfallen expression. She turned away to avoid his gaze and tried not to tear up in front of him. After all, she doesn't let anyone witness her vulnerable state to avoid having them worry sickly about her. She always considers herself an emotional pillar to everyone and she should never show any weakness because of this.

Her food souls knew how hard and strict she was with herself. They knew how she beat herself up just for the sake of others and she would always think more about them and less of herself. Whenever she gets hurt or feels depressed, she would just lock herself in her room and beat herself up, even more, thinking that she doesn't deserve to be weak at all.

In the end, this made her heart stone cold and her feelings practically numb.

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what?" Chocolate brushed a strand of her [h/c] locks away from her injury.

"For snapping at you and Chi-chan and for making the others go away. I should never have done that..." she muttered, regret evident in her tone.

"It's okay," the ravenette reassured. "Let me treat your wound first so it doesn't get infected," he then stood and grabbed the first-aid kit from her bathroom.

Chocolate started to treat [Y/n]'s wound as the teen patiently waited for him to finish. Once he was done with her wound, he returned the kit to its proper place and sat back on the bed he previously sat on.

"I will let Milk or Tiramisu check on your wound once they get back," he told her.

"Thanks..."

"Now, if you would, please fill me in on why would you do something like that," sapphire eyes stared intently at the girl as if searching her soul for the answer.

[Y/n] sighed, giving up on being a tough nut to crack. "I just got frustrated when I saw you being swooned over by other girls," she admitted, feeling embarrassed to even say the reason for her frustration.

Chocolate had the urge to chuckle and tease her for being jealous but he suppressed it, knowing that it would hurt her feelings and upset her more. After all, she's been through a lot, and by her experience, she won't be upset over something as trivial as this. He could only guess that her seeing him in such a situation triggered something inside of her. A breakup, maybe?

"It's just..." she let out an exasperated breath and continued, "It's just that I saw him in you."

"'Him'?" the male cocked a brow.

"[Ex/n]. My first and now my ex-boyfriend," a sad smile was plastered on her face as she said the name.

After seeing her sad smile, Chocolate immediately reminded him of his previous master attendant. A sharp ache struck him and he clutched his chest tightly due to the pain.

"How long has it been?"

"I'm not pretty sure myself... Maybe three months or so? I never knew since we never had a proper break-up like saying 'let's break up' or something," she told him. "It's more like we slowly gave up on each other—to let each other down slowly."

"Why?"

"It's entirely my fault. I hurt him greatly and now I don't know how to make up for my mistake—to make up for him. We've lasted for at least a year. It's quite a feat for my first time, huh?" she chuckled bitterly then frowned afterward. "After that, I asked him about what he wanted me to do: to be still with him or to leave his life entirely. But he never responded for the longest time I've waited for his answer."

After seeing his master attendant recollect her painful past relationship, he wrapped his arms around her without thinking about the action. This surprised both of them but neither pulled away. [Y/n] slowly relaxed in the embrace and placed her hands on the male's back.

"I'm sorry for making you remember your past," Chocolate whispered in her ears, clear guilt heard in his tone.

[Y/n] shook her head. "No, it's fine. It's not just you, whenever I see any of my male food souls being close to girls other than me or the others, I feel extremely jealous and upset. I kept remembering [ex/n] no matter how hard I tried to move on. I kept thinking what if I didn't make that stupid mistake, then maybe we'll still be together right now and experience happiness once again."

By this time, all the welled-up feelings were released from [Y/n]'s stone heart. The numbness has gone temporarily and she could feel the excruciating pain in her heart. The girl sobbed, clenching tightly on Chocolate's clothes, afraid that he'd vanish from her grasp. Her lids were closed shut as a waterfall of tears cascaded down her pale cheeks.

Chocolate stared at the pillows with saddened, half-lidded eyes, his grip still secure on the girl. He never knew that she was going through much in her teenage life, but despite all of it, she's desperately trying to stay strong for all of them—to be the pillar of support. He gripped her body closer and closed his eyes.

"I promise to heal your wound that reopened, I promise to protect you and ensure that you're always smiling," Chocolate slowly pulled away to examine her tear-stained face. He wiped it gently using his thumb. He leaned in and planted a loving kiss on top of her head. "I don't want to see you looking upset. I hope you are always happy when you are with me."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Coffee X afab!Reader

Synopsis: In the middle of the night when her insomnia kicks in, MC decides to visit the kitchen where she meets a certain blonde.

Word Count: 732

It was a peaceful night. The luminescent glow of the full moon seeped through the thin curtains of every room in the mansion. All the residents were fast asleep except for a young girl. The female squirmed in her bed, thrashing and moving about, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. But no matter what she does, she just can't find the right way to fall asleep.

"Ugh... Damn insomnia. Of all times, why does it have to be now?" a soft groan escaped [Y/n]'s lips as she sat up on her bed. "I just hope that a glass of hot milk would help me with this," she muttered to herself and hopped off the bed.

[Y/n] quietly exited her room to make sure she didn't wake any of her sleeping food souls. She made sure to take small, quiet steps down the hall. Once she reached the first floor of the mansion, the [h/c]ette then made her way to the kitchen.

"Huh? Did someone leave the lights open?" [Y/n] wondered when she saw the dim light from the kitchen. "Maybe it's just Amacchi or Shocchi..."

A loud yawn escaped [Y/n]'s mouth while covering it with her hand, and a bead of tears emerged from the corners of her closed eyes. Once she entered the kitchen, she was greeted with the sweet fragrance of coffee.

"Why are you still awake, [Y/n]? It's already past midnight."

That voice. That soothing and calm voice. She instantly recognized it and knew that it doesn't belong to any of the Tofu brothers. The teen opened her eyelids and her [e/c] orbs landed on sapphire ones.

"Kohin...?" she rubbed her tired eyes to verify the person in front.

"Who else could it be?" the blonde smiled, trudging over her and patting her bedhead a bit. "Can't sleep? Are you having insomnia?"

"You could say that," the girl produced another tired yawn once again. "I can't sleep so I'm about to have some hot beverage to drink in case it will help me sleep."

"I see. Want me to make some for you then?" Coffee inquired, putting down his cup on the marble counter before opening the cupboard and taking the bag of milk out.

"Yes please," [Y/n] tiredly replied as she sat on a stool and watched as Coffee did the work. "Kohin~"

"Yes?"

"Please don't stay up too late, okay? I don't want you to overexert yourself."

Coffee paused to look back at his master, the surprise was written all over his face after hearing her statement. But then he continued to do his work while the girl continued talking.

"I knew that business is quite a hassle recently especially when we have a ton of delivery to do. And I'm not dumb to not know that you're always tired in the morning," she stated matter-of-factly, her half-lidded eyes boring holes into the male's soul. "And not to mention that deep eyebags you have under your eyes."

The blonde sighed in defeat and massaged his temple. He knew that he can never hide his condition from his master's sharp and observant gaze. She's like a mother hen always watching over her chicks.

"You're not faring that well either, [Y/n]," he chuckled as he served her the hot milk. "You also have bags under your eyes."

"You do know the reason for that though," [Y/n] laughed, thanking him afterward and blowing some air into the drink before taking a sip.

The older male sat beside the [h/c]ette. He watched over the girl while she drank her hot beverage carefully. Serene silence befell upon the two of them and a moment later, while Coffee was finishing his last ounce of coffee, he noticed that the girl had fallen asleep. The empty cup was just beside her, with her arms on the counter that acts as a cushion for her head. Her face was tilted to the side, lips slightly parted with light snores emitting from it. The blonde admired the peaceful slumber [Y/n] was in. He gently caressed her [h/c] tresses and brushed them away from her eyes before slowly leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on her cheeks.

"Good night, [Y/n]. Sweet dreams," he whispered as he draped his brown, office coat over her small body.

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Steak X afab!Reader

Synopsis: As one of the handsome Food Souls she had, Steak found himself receiving affection from his master attendant.

Word Count: 581

"Su~te~kun~!"

A body plopped itself on the torso of the said male as the redhead was taken aback by the force the girl put into the embrace. Her face was undoubtedly buried in his chest, inhaling the sweet scent that he has to give.

"Master Attendant? What are you doing?" Steak asked, oblivious to the fact that she was practically hugging him by the looks of things. It was obvious that he was surprised to see this kind of interaction between them.

"Hm~ You smell nice, Sute-kun~" The girl rubbed her face from side to side, and a small blush appeared on her cheeks. "And I told you a ton of times before to call me [Y/n] instead~!" the [h/c]ette whined and suddenly glanced up at the redhead, pouting cutely with her best puppy eyes that she could ever muster.

"My bad, Mas—I mean, [Y/n]-sama," a cough escaped Steak's mouth, trying to cover his slip up.

[Y/n] observed her food soul's expression before breaking into a grin. She immediately giggled and hugged the male tighter. The girl loved every food soul that she had a contract with. She treated them as a family—as sisters and brothers. Steak is, unfortunately, one of the handsome food souls that she has and is experiencing a barricade of affection being thrown at him by the girl.

Steak stood there still, unable to identify what to do in this kind of matter. The male sweat-dropped and rubbed his head, trying to piece out the act that he was supposed to be doing. This goes on for another minute and Steak was getting somewhat awkward with their position. If it weren't for the master attendant who clung to him like that, he would forcefully rip the girl's arm off of his body.

Steak let out an exasperated sigh, already giving up on trying to figure out what to do. He glanced down at the top of the girl's [h/c] hair and decided to caress it lightly, a small smile appearing on his face after doing the act. A smile appeared on [Y/n]'s face as well.

"[Y/n]...sama?" Steak noticed that the body that was hugging his form started to become heavy and was slightly leaning on him. The arms that were wrapped around his torso had also loosened. The male felt her slowed heartbeat and calm breathing, indicating that she truly had fallen asleep.

Steak smiled to himself after examining the condition his master attendant was in. "Honestly..."

He immediately pulled her body close using his right arm while his left arm swiftly made its way under her knees and pulled her up, carrying her bridal style. Steak's ruby orbs glanced down at the peaceful state the [h/c]ette teen was in; her mouth a bit parted as light snores escaped her pink, soft lips, her chest rising and falling in accordance to her breathing, her head facing his chest.

The male slowly made his way toward his master attendant's room and once he reached the door, he gently pushed it open using his back. Finally entering the room, Steak went straight to the bed in the corner of the room and carefully placed the sleeping attendant down on the mattress. He made sure to cover her body with the provided blanket to avoid her getting cold.

"You really are full of surprises, [Y/n]-sama," Steak whispered and planted a sweet, chaste kiss on her forehead before smiling.

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[evereinefaust]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ⚜ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⚜ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨 + 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐲

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ⚜ 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⚜ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⚜ 𝐏𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚

𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 ⚜ 𝐁-𝟓𝟐

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 ⚜ 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ⚜ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⚜ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⚜ 𝐁-𝟓𝟐

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ⚜ 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⚜ 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐢

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⚜ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⚜ 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 ⚜ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 ⚜ 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐞 + 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ⚜ 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐚

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚜ 𝐁-𝟓𝟐

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 ⚜ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⚜ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞

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[evereinefaust]

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝟑 *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

It's already been a month since that horrid event took place. A lot of things changed in just a month. [Name], even though fully believing Nagito's words, came to realize the lie that he told her on that day. Nagito knew that this outcome would eventually happen, yet he wished that somehow, this would never happen. Oh, how cruel his life could be.

Now sitting on his bedside, Nagito glanced at the person sleeping on his bed. His grayish-green eyes carefully watched this particular [h/c]ette girl — her chest rising and falling in accordance to her soft breathing, her eyes swollen from crying hours prior, and the tight hold she had on his hand. The male's gaze softened at her vulnerable state, lifting his other hand and caressing her cheeks gently, moving away strands of [h/c] locks.

She squirmed slightly in her sleep and he paused his action. After she had settled comfortably once again, Nagito let a small smile grace his lips. He then gazed at the bright moon outside his windows, the winter season starting to shift into spring. Heaving a bitter sigh, the male leaned against the headboard and closed his lids. The flashbacks of the unfortunate event that happened just a month prior caused by his bad luck started invading his mind.

A day after Shiro's body was found at the central plaza, the doctors had already declared the male dead on arrival. Everyone at school — especially class 78 — mourned for the loss of the Ultimate Song Writer. Even though [Name] openly believed in the hope Nagito showed her despite the possibility of the other, she never felt this much betrayal and was devastated by one of her closest friends. She knew that what Nagito was suggesting was an unlikely possibility, yet she grabbed that flimsy hope and believed in his lie. Now that the truth was mocking her in her face, the only thing the [h/c]ette could possibly do was cry her emotions out.

Despite how close the reserve course student was with the late Shiro, Byakuya, and Kokichi were affected by it the most. Of course, Nagito knew about this — Shiro was the only person both of them could trust and rely on despite their troublesome personalities. They grew attached to him, and learning about his death was like a big slap to their faces. From then onward, Kokichi and Byakuya started to avoid the girl, finding no reason to get close to her now that the only bridge was gone. Hajime and Chiaki, although they still stayed by her side, also changed — Hajime started to become more and more reserved and spent less time with [Name] while Chiaki was constantly worrying about both.

A few days after that incident, [Name] and Chiaki realized that Hajime was expelled from school. This shocked both of them, especially the [h/c]ette as she had not been informed about this whatsoever despite how close she is with the boy. They asked their teachers about it, yet no one seemed to know the cause of the expulsion. Due to this, [Name] had experienced another set of despair. Despite Chiaki's attempts to reassure the girl and promise her that she would never leave her, this only came out to be just an empty promise.

Weeks after Shiro's death, Kokichi had come upon Fuyuhiko. The purple-tressed student demanded to know if the Kuzuryu clan was behind the death of the beloved student to which the heir aggressively denied any of the other's claims. Kokichi, however, wasn't completely trusting of Fuyuhiko's words. The two began a fight shortly after a couple of threats were thrown at each other. The situation escalated and brought classes 77, 78, and 79 into the clash.

When Kokichi tried to punch Fuyuhiko, Peko came right at the right time to defend her master. And when she was about to strike at the purplette, Mukuro had gone and protected Kokichi by Byakuya's request. The two fighters started a staredown of animosity flying between them. Soon after, everyone else came to the commotion. However, it didn't seem like the problem stopped them.

Once Byakuya's gaze landed on the head of the yakuza, he then declared to everyone in the area that it was Fuyuhiko and his clan who planned Shiro's demise. Of course, almost everyone in class 78  — especially those who had a deep connection with the late Sato — easily believed Byakuya's words. After all, he is the Ultimate Affluent Progeny and his family's influence enables him to investigate this matter. Even Kyoko seemed to agree with and believe him. And despite not being that close to him, some of the newest ultimates believed the blonde as well.

Kokichi, of course, tried to rile Fuyuhiko up and accused him of being a murderer, to which everyone in class 77 defended him. Due to the tense atmosphere and the accusation of murder being thrown in the air, a select group of people engaged in fights: some tried to harm the other, while some tried to stop them. Eventually, the brawl between the three ultimate classes alarmed the teachers and the school authorities.

They successfully ceased the fight, however, some students were not that fortunate to be let out without a bruise. Even Chiaki was injured when she stopped her class from harming their underclassmen. Due to her injuries, she had to spend some time at the hospital for recovery. It was by this time that [Name] was completely alone; no one was there by her side as her friends started to leave her one by one.

For everything that has happened, Nagito was there to witness it all. It was just what his role is: a bystander. 

"How much can she take before she gives in to despair? How much more would I have to stay by her side and decide to stop because I kept causing her bad luck? How much more...until I die..."

Clenching his head, the silverette let out a bitter laugh. "How awful... Oh, how awful it truly is! Despite the despair, I always believed that hope would come out of it. That's why...you must also believe in hope, [Name]-chan."

"I wanted nights like these to linger. These emotions that I'm feeling whenever she's here right beside me, I don't want it to fade. For once...I wanted to be selfish and keep [Name]-chan by my side no matter what. Without ever worrying how my luck would affect the others..."

Opening his eyes once again, he then gazed lovingly at the object of his affection. He patted her soft tresses, weaving his fingers into her [h/l] hair. Whenever he was with her, all he could feel was complete serenity. It was like she was born to become his reason to live. The warmth that fills him whenever she's around, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach whenever she smiles at him, and the racing of his heart whenever he holds her close... all of those were precious to him. And once in his lifetime, Nagito vowed to not let any of those fade away from his grasp.

"You know, [Name]-chan... If you somehow become an ultimate, I would've called you the Ultimate Serenity," he murmured with a satisfied smile. After, he leaned down to her face and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]-chan."

Ever since he met her, his life undoubtedly changed for the better. He was certainly glad that he followed his instincts and visited the Reserve Course building that time. He was glad that he spoke to her that day. He was glad that he decided to get to know her more. He was glad that he approached her and tried to comfort her. He was glad...that she came into his life. All of those emotions — those feelings he had hidden and tried to remove from his life just to cope with his luck — resurfaced naturally when he was with her.

It was like she was his healer.

"For all of those years that I saw nothing but gray...was now changing. Because of [Name]-chan, my present — and my future — became vividly colorful. The hope you've shown me...I wish for it to last."

Nagito slowly opened his eyes, immediately seeing the melting snow of the outside. He lifted his head, staring blankly at the blue skies before fixing his gaze in front. There she was, yet again, walking just a few meters away from him as she admired the snow around. The teen watched her back, following her as she explored the public park.

"I want this moment to last... I want this feeling to last... Hey... What should I do so that everything I have right now would remain the same?"

Nagito slowed his step, further lagging behind [Name] as she proceeded onward. He watched as the figure slowly moved away from him. His steps soon came to a halt. Removing his gloved hand from his pocket, the white-haired student slowly lifted his arm as if to reach out to her. 

"Hey... Is it alright for me if I call out your name?" 

However, despite his inner desire to reach out to the girl, Nagito only found himself dropping his arm to his side. He exhaled, dejected. He shoved his hand inside his coat's pocket, head hung low as he quietly caught up to his companion.

The 10-year-old child stood there still by the sidewalk, his gaze boring into the carcass on the street. His heart churned in pain, eyes dilated and dilated. Soon, tears were streaming down his face. His body began to tremble, and not long after, his knees gave up, and he fell onto the rough asphalt. The poor boy started sobbing, and soon his wails caught the attention of passersby and even his parents.

After the whole ordeal with his dead pet, Nagito was taken home by his parents. They told the boy to stop crying for the dog as crying wouldn't bring him back from the dead. There were no words exchanged between them as the silverette duly followed his parents' orders. There were no words of comfort, no acts of consolation, no nothing. It was like the dog's death was insignificant to them...

Dead, wide eyes of a particular couple were staring back at the male's gray-green orbs. Their vacant stare sent shivers down the child's spine, the pungent stench of fresh iron stinging his nostrils, causing him to quickly cover it with his hands. The corpse of his parents... those arms which were extended to him... those parted mouths... It was like they were avidly mocking him because of his bad luck that caused disaster for others. Soon, a quiet stream of salty tears came rushing down his pale cheeks.

The panicked screams of the passengers and the yells of the paramedics rang in his ears, and soon, the authorities came rushing towards where Nagito was.

After he had been freed from being kidnapped hours prior, Nagito continued on his merry way home. His grayish-green eyes scrutinized the lottery ticket he had picked from the garbage bag he had been abducted in. The middle-schooler chuckled dryly to himself, his heart was churning in pain yet he decided not to give it a mind. After all, he knew how many disasters and fortunes his luck could bring him.

The boy was practically numb now to the cycle, and he had already decided not to let his emotion out anymore, for it only caused him more despair. Pocketing the item moments later, a bright smile graced his lips... however, his dull and lifeless eyes told another story.

"When was it? When was the first time that I started to yearn for death? Because of the countless good and bad luck that I've been experiencing while growing up, I've lost track of time and even the sense of reality."

Once again, Nagito stood in the vast darkness. The male was back in a familiar place... the place where he witnessed his friends' deaths one by one. He would feel the uneasiness starting up, his pale face littered with sweat and his body trembled incredibly. A gasp escaped his lips, knees buckling as his upper body gave up. The silverette was kneeling in the middle of the darkness, hyperventilating with his hands clenching his aching head.

Vicious whispers invaded his mind, attacking the boy from every angle. It was like those voices came from the darkness, echoing throughout the entire vicinity. And what was horrible about this entire existence was that those voices belonged to no one but the people his luck had affected.

His parents. Those innocent people from the airplane. His classmates. His teacher. Hajime. Chiaki. Shiro. Byakuya. Kokichi. And lastly, [Name].

"It's all your fault."

"Because of you, we're dead."

"You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap!"

"Just die in a hole for all I care!"

"Why did I even give birth to you?"

"You insignificant being."

"You should've been the one who died."

"Hey... Maybe it was a mistake that I met you... Nagito-senpai..."

"What a lovely day, huh?"

A young man with pale skin and pearlescent fluffy hair strolled through the public park, hands tucked inside his green jacket as his gray-green hues glanced over at the foliage above him. The sun's rays seeped through the crevice of the irrigated shade and onto the snow-laden land below, making the white melt into water. The young man let out an exhale as he proceeded onward, exiting the forest of regular trees and unto the central plaza where a lone cherry blossom was kept and tended.

This scenario was familiar to Nagito, the only difference was the season when he had visited the park once again. Even though spring is just around the corner, there are still remnants of winter as evidenced by the fluffy white littering some parts of the park. Nagito sighed to himself, a pessimistic air hanging around him as he continued with his daily routine of going to his usual bench and watching the crowd.

A couple was standing underneath the infamous cherry tree, their fingers interlocked together as they watched the snowflakes float down the earth; a family of four was taking a picture by the other side of the tree; a couple of kids ran around the area, throwing melting snowballs at each other; and there's also a trio of friends walking past, giggling with smiles on their faces.

Just watching those countless people made the male somewhat... empty. Ever since attending Hope's Peak, he didn't expect that he would forge such a unique bond with a particular girl like that. Furthermore, his lonely days before due to his luck cycle were little to no concern for him nowadays. At least, that's how he still hoped it would be.

His gaze softened after a minute of watching those people. A sudden thought invaded his mind, making him sport a minuscule smile. He had imagined that same scenario playing in his head, although this time, he was with the girl he deeply cared for and was attached to...

Her precious smile... Nagito had imagined that smile on her face when she would successfully throw a snowball on his face. Her pink-tinted cheeks... He had imagined the blush on her face when he held her hand while they watched the snow from underneath the cherry tree. Her graceful laugh... Once again, the silverette had imagined hearing her laugh as they traversed through the park.

He let out another exhale, walking away with his head hung. Thoughts of the what-ifs were swirling in his mind as he quietly left the area. When he lifted his head, however, his gray-green hues widened in shock to see a silhouette of a particular girl in the distance.

"[Name]...chan?" he blurted her name out in disbelief.

Surprisingly, the person turned around at his call. The person was shortly revealed as the same girl he was thinking about moments prior. The surprise on her face was evident — wide, [e/c] eyes and lips parted. After a few minutes of both staring at each other, the girl was first to break eye contact. She greeted him with her usual closed-eye smile, sending a small wave as she sauntered over to where Nagito was.

"I didn't expect you to be here, senpai. I was surprised."

"Same here," he mentioned, scratching his neck sheepishly. Upon the [h/c]ette's arrival in front of him, he noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hold. He raised a questioning brow, pointing at the bouquet. "Are you...on a date?"

[Name] blinked twice at his unexpected question. She looked down at the flowers and she immediately knew what he meant. Chuckling, she slowly shook her head. "No. I bought this bouquet to give to someone."

"O-oh..." Nagito deflated, and his smile vanished instantly upon hearing her reply. The boy genuinely felt upset at that. "Who is it for?"

The [h/c]-tressed female regarded him with a wistful look, her earlier smile now curving into those of a bitter one. She gazed at the flowers as if they were fragile objects. "This bouquet...is for Sato-san. Since I wasn't able to attend his funeral, the least I could do is visit his grave and give an offering."

"I see... It's for the late Sato-kun."

"Wanna go there together?" the boy suggested, his smile returning.

The girl's face lit up like stars on a cloudless night. "I would love to have you come along, senpai!"

In just half an hour, the pair arrived at Sohansu Cemetery — the place where the Ultimate Song Writer was laid to rest. It took the two just a few minutes to locate Shiro's grave, and once they did, [Name] gently laid the bouquet on the gravestone along with the other bundles. She knelt in front of the gravestone, putting her hands together and closing her eyes to offer a prayer. Behind her was the silverette, standing with his hands tucked inside his pockets.

"I didn't expect to see your grave being filled with flowers... You really are loved, aren't you, Sato-kun? Well, I guess it's natural; you are the Ultimate Song Writer, after all."

Nagito's lidded eyes fell on the said flowers. There was a bouquet right next to the ones [Name] placed earlier, inside were an assortment of fresh roses, everlastings, pansies, and oxalis. Considering how exquisitely picked and arranged the flowers were, the white-haired ultimate could only assume that it came from Byakuya. Then, there's also another bouquet on the other side. This one was full of purple lilies. However, what truly caught the male's attention was the plethora of random purple flowers scattered around the grave.

Carnations, lotus flowers, daisies, roses, lavenders, violets —and others more Nagito couldn't identify — surrounded the slab. Even after months of the ravenette's death, there was still a portrait of him erected just above the gravestone — his violet eyes were glimmering with life, a relaxed smile etched on his fair-colored skin. The Ultimate Lucky Student was blessed with seeing Shiro's face again after he had died. And funnily enough, even the portrait was decorated with flowers — a flower crown made of sakura and wisteria to be precise.

Nagito concluded that whoever decorated this gravestone with this many purple flowers must also be the one who placed the delicately made crown on Shiro's portrait. And if the selection wasn't obvious enough, one may not be able to connect them to Kokichi. The boy chuckled softly to himself, imagining how the indigo-tressed troublemaker had gone out of his way to buy all of those and place them everywhere around Shiro's grave, almost covering the entirety of it.

"Sato-kun must be feeling happy right now when seeing this many flowers offered to him," Nagito mused.

"I'm guessing that Togami-san or Ouma-san — or maybe them both — visited Sato-san earlier," [Name] mentioned, standing up from her kneeling position and dusting her clothes. After fully observing the said flowers, she then laughed lightly. "Sato-san is really loved by those two... I can only imagine how heartbroken they were when learning of his death. When Sato-san was still alive, he was such a great influence on Togami-san and Ouma-san. Whenever he was with them, he could easily handle their distinct personalities and they felt relaxed around him. I'm pretty sure his classmates are also fond of him. And to see this many bouquets offered on his grave, there are no words needed to be said just to know how much they both love him. May it be just a friend... or even more than that."

"A love that is more than just friends... A romantic attraction towards someone..."

"Do you want to receive flowers too, [Name]-chan?" the male asked, curiously glancing down at the shorter female.

The mentioned girl only shook her head. "As much as I love to, I would prefer just being with my loved ones. I don't think I wanted anything more than spending time with those who are important to me... After all, one may only assume when they will last on earth."

"Oh..."

Silence ensued after that. Nagito's gaze was vacant, lidded eyes containing forlorn. Meanwhile, [Name] stood beside the silverette, still glancing at the colorful grave. The cold breeze picked up, making both white and [h/c] locks flutter along with the wind. A minute later, Nagito heard the girl sighed sadly.

"What's wrong, [Name]-chan?"

"Nothing... It's just..." she mumbled. Turning around to face her companion, she flashed him a forced smile, eyebrows creasing as sadness glimmered in her [e/c] pools. "Parting like this is truly heartbreaking... Leaving your loved ones behind... Being left by them... The bond that they shared... Every precious memory... All of those would leave along with the deceased."

At her words, the fleeting thought of their eventual farewell crossed the ultimate student's mind. It was brief, but along it was the feeling of heartache — his heart thumped hard in excruciating pain, his stomach churning with unsettledness. He soon frowns, mirroring the girl's expression.

It's already the day. The day where the ultimate class of batch 77 was to graduate from Hope's Peak. The day where each student whose talents were honed to become the world's beam of hope had their school years come to an end. Both the A and B class of batch 77 sat on their respective chairs by the front row as they listened to the speech of Headmaster Kirigiri. Teachers were lined at the side of the gymnasium, watching the whole graduation ceremony and their students.

Amongst the many graduating ultimates was a certain sickly male with fluffy, pearlescent hair. Just like usual, the boy was detached from his surroundings. He zoned out what the headmaster was saying, completely ignoring everyone else's murmuring and the claps of the crowd. At first, Nagito never thought anything in particular about graduating. He just considered it as a stage in one's life that must be done. However, he just realized how wrong he was with this thinking.

Graduation. The word held much more essence than Nagito could've thought. It has always been associated with parting and moving on with one's life. The precious memories one could've made during their time here... The special bonds one could've made with their peers... The irreplaceable moments one would've shared with others... All of those...would be gone as the individual leaves to finally tackle their separate paths.

Now that the boy thought about it, he then realized how much impact the words [Name] had had on him that day. The bittersweet taste of parting and the heartbreak it brings... Surely, Nagito is experiencing all of those now. His mind brought him back months back — right at the start of his third year in this school. Images of his first meeting with the reserve course student, the days he'd spent observing her from afar, the time he'd finally built up the courage to approach her, the moments that they had bonding together, the rare occasions he'd witnessed her vulnerability... all of those little memories immediately plagued his mind.

The silverette pursed his lips, trying his hardest not to be affected by it. However, his heart was telling him otherwise — it raced inside his chest, each beat harsh and bringing more pain than ever. His whole body was starting to swelter due to worry and anxiety. His face was restless — eyebrows scrunched together and eyes containing a gleam of bleakness.

"Calm down... This isn't like you..."

Fortunately, he did calm down just in time for them to receive their certificate. Chisa went to the whole class, smiling at them as she guided her students to the stage. One by one, the ultimates walked up the stage and the black-haired headmaster gave them their certificates after a handshake. Everyone in the gymnasium applauded for the ultimates.

Eventually, Nagito was next. He ascended the steps and trudged onward to the middle of the stage where the headmaster was. Jin told the silverette a few words and congratulated him for achieving this far in his life. Naturally, the Ultimate Lucky Student flashed him an aloof smile and received his certificate after a handshake. He then faced the crowd, gray-green eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect by doing this.

His orbs widened an inch when his gaze landed on a particular girl just by the middle of the crowd. The male saw her clapping happily, and when she saw his gaze locked on her, she waved at him with a smile. Nagito sighed in satisfaction, letting a smile grace his lips.

"Nagito-senpai! How's the ceremony? How are you feeling?" [Name] beamed, running up to him after the whole ceremony. She looked at him expectantly, eyes brimming with pure curiosity.

 The mentioned boy sweat-dropped at her unusual enthusiasm, but nevertheless, it did make him happy. He chuckled. "It was nerve-wracking... Being in front of many people and letting them witness you achieve something was unexpected for me. After all, I never did imagine myself being in this situation."

"Wow... That must've been extreme then. The feeling, I mean," the [h/c]ette mused, puckering her lips as she pointed a finger in her mouth to think about it. "After all, you are an ultimate student at Hope's Peak. And almost the entire world was seeing you and the others graduate. Uwah! The flashes of those cameramen were so blinding that it was hard to see you in the crowd."

"Sorry... I may have lied to you, [Name]-chan. Honestly, I don't really feel that way earlier."

He chuckled, scratching his neck sheepishly. "I was meant to ask, but how did you come to the gymnasium? The place was restricted to only the school staff, Main Course students, and the press."

"Oh, that?" she cocked her head, a mischievous grin plastered on her face with a pink hue dusting her cheeks. "I may have snuck in. Hehe..."

Nagito's eyes dilated an inch at her words, blinking as he regarded her in disbelief. After all, for the one year he had spent with her, he didn't expect this particular girl to act like that. Soon after, he chuckled, bringing up his arms to pat her [h/c] tresses. Upon realizing what he was about to do, he stopped midway, internally hesitating whether to continue or not.

In the end, he quietly brought his arm down. "Do you wanna go on a date with a lowly bug like me on this marvelous day?"

"E-eh...?!" red bloomed on the girl's face upon hearing the word date. [E/c] eyes widened an inch as she stared at Nagito's aloof smile, baffled. "W-w-w-what?"

"Hehe... You're so cute, [Name]-chan," Nagito chuckled. "I asked you if you wanted to go on a date with me... But, of course, if only you wanted to. I don't mind if you decline my offer. I'm pretty sure that you have better things to do rather than this."

The girl shook her head rapidly, instantly dismissing his thoughts. "I-I would love to! But, is it okay for you to spend your last day with me? I mean, how about your classmates?"

"It's fine. I wanted to spend the day with you, after all," he simpered.

After the graduation ceremony, the two went out on an unplanned date in the city. Nagito took the girl to many places, surprising her that he knew a lot of locations. When they first went to an arcade center, the girl commented that she didn't expect him to know a lot of places, to which the silverette responded with an awkward chuckle, asking whether her words were a compliment or not. [Name] quickly rephrased her statement because of that, blushing madly for embarrassing herself and making him think she's insulting him. Nagito, of course, just chuckled at her flustered state and cuteness, finding himself blushing as well.

The two would engage in small chats, chuckling and giggling occasionally. They would do something together, and [Name] would often find herself wowing at whatever Nagito did, as he would unintentionally do something in their favor. One example was when he tried the claw machine after the girl's many failures. It was his first time to play it, yet, he had won four plushies, all of which were due to his luck. The [h/c]ette was truly shocked — after all, it was her first time seeing her upperclassman's luck at work. 

For the entirety of the time he spent with her, Nagito felt the butterflies continuously fluttering in his stomach. He felt lightheaded like he was on cloud nine. The way his hand would try to weave itself to the girl's smaller ones — and although he would immediately stop himself just barely — up to the way his heart would pound whenever their bodies would make physical contact, Nagito was glad to experience such feeling.

His thoughts would wander towards [Name] and only her... Everything else in his surroundings was nothing but a blur.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy once again closed his eyes for the umpteenth time that day. Ever so often, he would feel at ease whenever he did this. The thoughts that he didn't pay attention to during that moment came flooding into his head like a continuous movie. Those strips of past memories, future what-ifs, and even his emotions spring to life whenever he does this. And lately, Nagito knew that he wanted this to happen.

"[Name]-chan... I know that I may be a lowly insect compared to the other ultimates, yet, you see me as who I am. Even though our status in school differs — I as the Ultimate Lucky Student and you as the simple and talentless reserve course student — I found myself falling for you. I tried to comprehend the weird changes that happened to me ever since we met that day. At first, I thought it was just a simple attraction because you were the first reserve course student I met and became close with during my three years of attending Hope's Peak. You were intriguing... but it seemed that my attraction wasn't only based on that. Even though I don't understand you fully, I felt really happy that I was able to witness the different sides of you. And I'm truly happy that you accepted me as one of your closest friends here. You didn't shove me away... You tried to understand me... You accepted me. I...am really in love with you...and the tiny hope that resides within. Now that I realized how much you mean to me — and how happy I am to feel these emotions I kept contained for so long — I never wanted them to disappear. I look forward to a future that I don't have to constantly worry about and become afraid of my luck... A future with you there."

"Nagito-senpai?"

"Ah...that voice. A voice filled with sweet, sweet hope. It fills me so much with bliss that I'm so happy to hear it again and again."

Heeding her call, the silverette slowly opened his lids. Grayish-green eyes were met with [e/c] ones. He saw her staring back at him, a slight crease in between her eyebrows with her head tilted to the side as she regarded him with a worried expression. He chuckled at that, sweat-dropping with his hand rubbing his face sheepishly.

"What is it, [Name]-chan?"

"Are you alright?" she asked, frowning with concern. 

The male gently simpered at her. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry."

"Oh..." she mumbled, returning her gaze toward where they were heading. She peered back at him and smiled softly. "I was just wondering if you might be sad."

"Why did you think of that?" he questioned, genuinely perplexed by her thought process sometimes.

She merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know — maybe because you can't spend your last day with your whole class?"

He chuckled at her answer, but nevertheless, he felt his heart fluttering at her constant concern for him. Seeing how he reacted to her question, [Name] slowed her pace to match with the lagging male. They walked side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping the two soon after.

"You're everything that matters to me right now, [Name]-chan. I couldn't wish for something else."

"H-huh...?"

Widened [e/c] pools blinked in surprise at the sudden large and cold hands enveloping her small warm ones. Her gaze was fixated on the hand clasping around hers, and then slowly she trailed her attention towards the male who did the act. Cheeks burning, she cautiously lifted her head only to be met with the serious face of her frost-haired upperclassman. Nagito's expression was surprisingly serious, in contrast to his usual aloofness. Those gray-green eyes that were gleaming with enough conviction stared at her confused [e/c] orbs.

After a few moments of staring at each others' pools, Nagito seems to snap out of his trance. His eyes softened, however, he didn't let go of her hands. Lifting it just above his chest, he weaved his fingers with hers. The girl's blush bloomed due to the embarrassing situation. But, she remained silent while watching whatever the boy was planning to do next. Pink hue also decorated the boy's pale face, and soon a minuscule smile decorated his lips.

By the empty sidewalk stood two teenagers — a male of slender and tall stature with wavy white hair and a pale complexion and a female of petite body with [h/l] [h/c] hair. The setting sun provided a change in the scenery as the warm colors of yellow and orange enveloped the evening skies. A breeze passed by, causing their hair to flutter in its direction and providing a natural melody in the place.

Slowly inching his face toward the girl he held a deep affection for, Nagito let their foreheads touch. His orbs bored deeply into those mesmerizing pools of hers, gazing at her lovingly. With a soft whisper, he muttered the words he wished to convey to her days before.

"[Name]-chan... I love you."

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[evereinefaust]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⚜ 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢

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[evereinefaust]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 ⚜ 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐫/𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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