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earlyprincess · 3 years

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Lavender’s Blue

Aoi Satsuki x Fem! Reader

Oneshot. Fluff. A little bit of angst (?).

CW: Some swearing, other than that none

A/N: Almost a month since my last story, sorry guys :”) (I’ll post an annoucement regarding my situation and how will this blog progress to the future after this fic) this one is a loonnggg fic and I don’t know if I should make a part 2? Cuz’ I feel like I leave the ending hanging :”) Anyways, enjoy this fic and sorry if it turns out cringe (I’m still a newbie to fluff stories). Tsukiuta lovers, comment me about this one! ;)

A/N (2): I change the lyrics to fit into the story.. THIS IS NOT THE ORIGINAL ONE! YOU CAN CHECK THE ORIGINAL ONE HERE.

A/N (3): There’s a different gaps since the Lavender’s green started, I don’t know how to erased the gaps guys :”) (maybe it’s because I wrote this on the phone?) so sorry if those ruin the neatness of this fic :”( (it’ll be very helpful if you tell me how to get rid of it though)

*this is not proofread*

Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly Lavender’s green Is she your fate, dilly, dilly Is she your fate? The night air seems to blow colder tonight than any other nights before. Aoi tighten his jacket when he felt his body shivered slightly. Although it’s freezing, he doesn’t want to go back inside just yet. The night sky looked so beautiful, it’s tempting him to stay a little bit longer. Today was a tiring day, like the usual. First, he went to the Animage’s photoshoot to be their next week magazine’s cover. Then, he continued on with the filming of his new drama series. At the evening, he starred in a launching make-up brand’s ads. And finally, rehearsing with the rest of Six Gravity for their upcoming tour next month. By the time he got home, it was already nine.

Aoi yawned. Drowsiness started to take over, when he saw one tiny blue star twinkled. Thinking that his brain started to hallucinated things, he rubbed his eyes. Seeing that it’s not twinkling again, he shrugged it off and went back inside the dormitory.

The sky is blue, dilly, dilly The sky is blue Go walk with her, dilly, dilly Go walk with her Today, Aoi suprisingly has a day off, except for rehearsing with the other members again though. The director from his new drama series involved in some scandals, thus the making of the drama is in hiatus. His agency busied themselves with this problem, making sure that Aoi’s image didn’t scratch the slightest bit. Meanwhile, Aoi himself is preparing for tonight’s dinner. Kitchen filled with chopping sounds, Aoi cooks the vegetables in silence. There’s a faint sound from the TV informing the breaking news of the train accident in Sapporo, Hokkaido. When he’s done, Aoi turns off the TV then went inside his bedroom. Aoi decided to pass the time by reading some books or doing anything else he likes. Unfortunately, not long after he started reading, his mind wanders back to this morning. His brain kept manifesting an image of a girl with beautiful smile and heavenly voice. Aoi cannot keep his mind off of her. There are many girls he met before her. His classmates, his fans, his fellow actress’ friends—and there’s plenty who likes him and want to start a relationship with him. Though, he turned them all down. Besides his strict agency’s rules about not allowed to date, Aoi felt that they don’t love him sincerely. Some of them just like his handsome face—because he is the Prince of Six Gravity, everybody adore his heavenly face. And some of them just wanted to get as popular as him—he can see how egoistic they became once they got to take a photo once with him. Aoi is sick of those people. Those who just want to take advantage of him. Sometimes, he even feels like quitting. But he loves his job, it’s all he ever dreamed of. In the first place, he should’ve known that this wonderful carrier comes with an equal consequences. Then, he met her. Although barely knew each other—he even doesn’t know her name—only with the simple “you okay” and “I’m fine”, Aoi felt entranced by her. He felt entranced by her presence, her simplicity, her serenity, and her voice. God, her voice. Aoi momentarily thinks that she should be the one singing in Aoi’s place right now. However, he awares that this is not a fairytale. It’s not a lovely book story where the prince saves the princess, they married, and lived a happy life ever after. The princess won’t fall in love easily with the prince just because he saved her. That’s right, this is not a lovely book story where there’s only happiness along the way. Maybe if he takes a walk and meet another woman, he’ll forget her.

I love to sing, dilly, dilly I love to sing I’m so happy, dilly, dilly I’m so happy Today is a bright day, Aoi took a walk around the park near Six Gravity’s dormitory. While the birds are chirping, he can see some couples sitting together on the bench. A few kids playing on the slide and some on the swings. Aoi decided to stay in the park until he clears off his head. It has the shortfall of being an idol though. One of them is having to wear a mask wherever they go, the same goes with Aoi. Sure, he’s not the most popular one in Six Gravity. But he has the title “Prince of Six Gravity” which he earned because of his princely face. Almost all young girls in Japan worship him. Aoi sighed, took a rest on one of the bench. Hands in pocket, he looked up to see the sky above. Blue sky filled with celestial white clouds, the sun spreading its warmth through the air. When the temperature’s getting hot, Aoi decided to buy an ice cream to cool off his body. The stall isn’t that far away from the bench he sat on, it’s actually just across the bench. When he comes back from getting his vanilla ice cream, a ball flew over him. It toppled his ice cream and a few gasps followed not long after. There are six children standing beside him, fear etched within their faces. “H-hey! It’s your fault!” A kid pushed one of his friends to face Aoi. “I-I’m sorry, sir! Sh-should I replace your ice cream?” The kid asked, trembled. Aoi puts his heavenly smile, even though they can’t see it. Aoi patted the boy, “it’s okay. Next time, be more careful. Okay?” The boy lets out a big smile and nodded eagerly. Then, he and his friends went off to play again.

Aoi sighed, looking at his toppled ice cream—

“That kid sure has a strong leg, he can kicked a ball this far from the field.”

Aoi looked behind him to see the girl he met from this morning.

The very same girl.

No wonder it’s a familiar voice.

“I’m sorry I talked to you out of nowhere, it’s a habit of mine to speak my thoughts out loud. Do you still want an ice cream? I bought two.” Aoi snapped out of his dazed state when the girl handed him the ice creams. One is a vanilla flavor and the other one is a gum flavor.

“T-thanks…” Aoi himself, didn’t know why he was stuttering. “I think I’ll take the vanilla one.” The girl smiled, giving Aoi the vanilla one while starting to eat the blue ice cream. One thought came to Aoi, “may I know, why did you buy two? Did you come with someone?”

The girl chuckled, “my friend was supposed to meet me here, we made a promise that we’ll hangout today ‘cause she’s been in a really busy schedule. But it turned out that she forget and went with her boyfriend instead.”

Aoi furrowed his eyebrows, face scrunched with worry. “…I’m sorry.”

The girl gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. Maybe she’s more comfortable with her boyfriend, can’t blame her fully.”

They stood again in silence. Their ice cream are starting to melt and the sun is starting to set. The girl rubs her hands when she finished the ice cream, “well, it’s getting late. I should probably go home.”

Before the girl can turn her heels, Aoi asks a question that’s been bugging his mind since this morning. “W-wait! What’s your name?”

She flashed that pretty smile again, “it’s (Y/N).”

Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly

Lavender’s blue

Wipe your tears dear, dilly, dilly

Oh wipe your tears

You open the door of your small apartment. The night air blew coldly and you want nothing more than sitting comfortably in front of the hearth. You took off your scarf and sweater, letting them sprawled on a chair while you hasted yourself to make a tea.

You stare at the blazing fire in the hearth.

The flame was moving wildly like it was dancing on the timbers. You remembered that one scene from your childhood movie, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe where one of the protagonist was lulled to sleep by a satyr.

Instead of small dancing figurines, you see some light features of a person. Sweet smile, blonde hair, soft skin when he accidentally rubbed your skin while taking the ice cream, and a pair of clear blue eyes. A pair of eyes so beautiful you could literally drown in them.

No doubt it was a man from this morning.

When you see him, dilly, dilly

When you see him

Will he be there, dilly, dilly

Will he be there?

You stroke your hair gently, the water run down your body create a feeling of secureness with the temperature. While the warmth of the water spread through you, your head were drowning in thoughts. There is one certain thing for sure now.

The man’s face was too familiar.

You knew you saw him somewhere… but not too sure about it. In the television? Magazines? Dramas? If so, then he must be an actor. A person works in an entertainment industry. Just to make sure, you scurried yourself to your room.

You remember you watched a movie where the protagonist is a man with face’s features similar to him. After you opened your laptop, you searched for the movie and see through the credit roll. Satsuki Aoi—you searched for the said name on the internet.

Satsuki Aoi. An idol, actor, and model under one of the big agencies in Japan, Tsukino Talent Production. Member of an unit called Six Gravity.

You slumped on your chair. Not even one second in the world would you think about bumping with Japan’s No. 1 Prince. A person whose name always being screamed and whispered from young girls’ mouth. Being squealed from your stepsister’s mouth.

You groaned loudly.

It’s always tiring to hear your stepsister chanting Aoi’s name everytime she watched his music videos in her phone. Excited, face red, and giggling wildly like a crazy person. But at the same time, you love to see her being so happy about something.

As well as being content in your presence.

You shook your head, feeling the drowsiness overcame. You shut your laptop and went to your bed. Before you could sleep, you reached for your phone to call your stepsister. Suddenly feeling a yearning to meet her. The line goes on for some time, until a cute voice made its way to her ears.

“Hello?”

You smiled happily, “hi, dear. How have you been?”

You can imagined her beamed face before she started babbling about her day and you two exchanged stories about what happened today.

“Oh! I almost forgot! You wanna come here tomorrow? I have pasta and blueberry pie stored for us.”

“Sis! Are you sure!?” You bring your phone a little far away, flinched to hear her suddenly pitched voice. “No joke! I’ll be right there as soon as the sun comes up! Be ready for the loud bangs in your front door!”

You both laughed and said your goodbyes and goodnights, before you really went to sleep.

Tomorrow’s gonna be a good day with her.

It’s comforting, dilly, dilly

It’s comforting

To be with you, dilly, dilly

To be with you

You little stepsister really came at five o’clock. The beginning of the dawn.

As soon as you heard loud bangings in front of your door, you rushed over to open it before your neighbors could complain. There, stood your stepsister with a jacket, scarf, boots, and… a shorts? In the middle of autumn? You saved the scolding for later and pulled her inside.

It would be a miss if you look at it from a far distance. But when you take a look closely, her legs are definitely freezing. It’s trembling lightly and all her hairs are standing. Even when she spoke, her voice also quivering. You quickly pulled her to the front of the hearth and went to make some warm tea.

“Really, what are you thinking… going here with shorts?”

Your stepsister pouted, “fashion is number one! Cold can catch up later.”

You walked over to her, bringing two cups of tea. “You said that when you’re already freezing. Don’t be so reckless next time.” You gave her the cup and she didn’t drink it. Instead, she stared at it. “What is it?”

She turns to look at you, “you know I don’t like warm drinks.”

You rolled your eyes while sighing heavily, “don’t be stubborn now, okay? Or I won’t serve you the main meals.”

Your stepsister groaned loudly, “Oh! Come on!” She began to take a sip little by little while you’re prepared to cook for breakfast.

Before lunch time comes, you both spend the time by watching some movies, talking about each other’s recent activities and taking little naps together. When it’s time, you prepared the pasta and baked the pie. All while listening to your stepsister talking about her boyfriend.

“You knew Dani, right? He still chases after me! That fucking ex doesn’t know how to give up! I’m really done with him! By the way, how about you sis? You find someone interesting enough?”

You chuckled, “interesting for what?”

“For a relationship of course! Don’t say that you haven’t!”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Right. That’s her, my lovely sister. Determined to keep herself pure and single for another nine—no… ten years, maybe!”

You sighed, “that kind of thing can wait, dear. Right now, I have to focus on my work and prepare the money for you to get in a university.”

“Sis! How many times do I have to tell you that it’s fine! I can get the money by doing some part-time jobs! You don’t have to worry about that!”

You closed the oven, “it’s my duty as one of your family to finance you, dear. All you have to do now is study hard for your upcoming exams. I’m sure you’ll be qualified to get in one of the top universities in Japan.”

Your stepsister silenced, defeated. She clearly doesn’t know how to be firm to you when all you did to her was kindness. Endless kindness. Even when she just came to your life nine years ago and not your blood-related family. But still, those nine years were filled with warmness everytime she’s with you.

Two hours later you both eat the main meals.

The sweet spaghetti melts in your mouth, creating more warmness to the one that’s already been there. The blueberry pie makes a perfect dessert to end the warm evening that day.

Your stepsister left at five o’clock in the dusk.

Another day, dilly, dilly

Another day

Let’s meet again, dilly, dilly

Let’s meet again

The next day, you decided to go to the same park.

Your boss informed you early in the morning that the project you worked two weeks ago has been a success and she gave you three off days as a reward. Hearing this, you have a mix feeling. You’re happy that you reached an achievement, but at the same time you don’t know what to do in your apartment.

After a long thought, here you are. Buying the same ice cream like two days ago.

You sat on a bench across the ice cream stall. The park still quite deserted since it’s Monday and nine o’clock in the morning. Many adults went to work and the children went to school. You thought about your stepsister going to school.

She better studies hard and not thinking about getting some part-jobs anymore… you thought.

Actually, it is true that you’re not the one who’s supposed to take care of her finance. It is her. Your stepmother. The woman that married your father nine years ago and demanded a divorce when she knew about your father’s illness.

When your father is at his worst, dying.

You’re not dumb, you knew about her intentions. Her selfishness. But your father told you to have a kindness no matter what life threw upon you. And now, she doesn’t take any jobs and relying everything on her first daughter. Your another stepsister.

She’s quite the same as her mother, though. Doesn’t like you a bit, but gained a little respect after she knew about you financing her little sister. After all, your position and salary are much higher than her and she realized that she can’t finance her toxic mother when she can’t even finance herself.

All those thoughts made you go back to the past and resurfacing one curious question.

Why your stepmother doesn’t like you in the first place?

What is it with you? Did you make a mistake to her? Did you remind her of someone she despises?

And more questions created by one resurfacing question.

When they first came to introduce themselves, you still remember their faces. Stepmother and older stepsister who are looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and little stepsister who’s innocently, curiously looking at you with those big cute eyes of her—

“You came here again?”

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lumine-blight · 3 years

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LDK ― a thoma imagine.

inspired by LDK but thoma isn't an asshole like shuusei, and y/n isn't that much of an idiot as aoi. pretty much the only part i'm basing off of, is how they end up living together (and satsuki's appearance (?) for the latter part.) part two to be linked [here] pairing: thoma x fem!reader tags: fluff, maybe a tiny little bit of angst but not in this part yet, high school au, thoma from monstadt who lived in inazuma left for studies in sumeru this was supposed to be just a one shot but i just have this thing about writing long expositions and building foundation so you might feel like the story is slow paced but i swear, you'll get there at one point. ... As the class representative, it has always been your responsibility to guide your fellow classmates, to coordinate with the teachers and the student council, and more tasks of the same nature. Of course, you were also the one assigned to give tours to transferees/late enrollees when there are—and speaking of, there is. It's something you're actually more willing to do so, but the only thing is that you were never that well versed in one-on-one conversations unless they're official business. Being someone's tour guide meant that you had to be friendly and approachable, because if not then there's just no use of being the navigator. You're supposed to be the one to provide answers to your tourist's questions, and give them info about the ins and outs of the place. Luckily enough, Thoma isn't as socially awkward as you are. Well, you could still hold conversations quite well yourself but it just doesn't feel right, if that made any sense. It's even as if the tables are turning; you're slowly becoming the guest and he's accommodating you. Still, you'd answer if he asks anything about the library, or the home economics club, or other matters that are better known by the insider. “Here's the H.E. room, but it's not really accessible for everyone. You either have to be a part of the club, or have a cookery or Home EC class. I mean, I think if you're close enough with the home EC teacher he might give you the key if you ask for it,” you explained, stopping in front of a locked door with a wooden sign hanging on it, reading “Home Economics.” Thoma wasn't really thinking of getting close to the teacher for teacher's pet privileges, so he thought of just joining the club. Besides, he'd love to be a part of their future activities. “Well, I guess I'd have to sign up for the H.E. club. Why is there still a one when Home EC /itself/ is a class already anyway?” said Thoma. “Ah, I don't know either. This place has a thing for doubling shit up. I mean, we literally already have math and science as major classes but there's still a club for those certain subjects. Actually, there's a club for all subjects. And mind you, students can't start their own orgs—nothing here is student-driven, pretty much.” “Ah, I see, I see.” he nodded. “Well, on the brighter side, at least all the decision-making isn't left for the students. It can get tough sometimes, especially since we all have different preferences. There's the faculty to guide you, at least.” You figured Thoma was simply just an optimist. He did make his point, but you still felt somehow unsatisfied with the way things are run in your school. But then again, what can you do about it? You glanced at the screen of your phone, noticing how much time has passed already. “It's 4PM already. You should go home. We can continue the tour tomorrow—curse this school for having way too many buildings. I can also introduce you to the H.E. club if you want,” you said, which you followed with a wave of goodbye. And just as you were about leave, rapid steps and shoes creaking against the floor grew louder before you could even realize it. Then, there came a familiar shade of orange (or ginger) who zoomed past you and Thoma. With you and Thoma currently facing each other, he was nudged (more like redirected with much force) by Tartaglia, who was chasing Scaramouche down the hallway. The bastard didn't even bother saying his apologies,

and continued to run after the

shorter boy as soon after he regained his composure. So, there you were, stuck on the wall with a dangerously close distance between you and Thoma. You were sure you heard a crack before that—or maybe it was simply the sound of Thoma having to support himself against the wall. You weren't quite sure, because there was no room for coherent thinking when Thoma was only a few inches away from you. Years. It felt like years when you were holding your breath. Of course you didn't make it too obvious when you gasped for air, but boy did you feel so cramped up and suffocated. After you regained yourself (which was pathetic because you could still feel heat all over your very being) you have come to realize that Thoma was rotating and massaging his wrist, wincing as if he was in pain. “Are you okay? I'm sorry for earlier, they're just really a bunch of troublemakers. Don't worry, Tartaglia will soon come to his senses and find you to apologize. Probably--he'll have to, anyway.” “Oh, no, no. It's fine, really. I did injure myself earlier in my P.E. class so it wouldn't be his fault entirely,” said Thoma. You noticed he had a habit of laughing and scratching his neck, which is pretty cute, you thought. At first you simply found it endearing in a platonic way, because that's totally possible. But now that your heart rate still hasn't recovered, it's like you can feel yourself starting to crush on this guy. Well, it's just a crush anyway. Nothing too deep, nothing further than that. It would disappear quickly, you thought. Especially since it was started too abruptly. “Couldn't you have just skipped? You know, since you're still new and all.” “I'm still a student, so that wouldn't be an excuse. It's just a little cramp, don't worry too much. I'll get going now, see you tomorrow!” With that, Thoma bid his goodbyes and headed down the stairs, almost tripping on his own foothold, which caused your reflexes to act up on their own. Though, the accident was easily prevented by himself luckily grabbing onto the rail fast enough to regain his balance. You sighed. “Be careful on your way home! Don't get run over by a truck or something!” “Don't worry, it won't be a truck!” ... Somehow, you're in the same bus stop as Thoma. “Oh, you ride the same bus? I guess we can be buddies then,” Thoma chuckled. “Yeah, I've been taking this one since three years ago. You live in the same direction?” “Yes. I live alone though, since everyone I used to know is in Monstadt and Inazuma. I've only gone here to Sumeru for the studies, and it's my first time too.” You noticed with his tone that he seemed a little...sad? Nostalgic? Reminiscent? You weren't exactly sure what it was, but somehow you could relate. Speaking of, you haven't seen your sister for a long while now...But you shrugged off the thought. Throughout the years, you've learn to control your feelings and thoughts better. “Oh, I see. That must've been nice, y'know? Having been into many different places? I'm Sumeru born and raised, and has never left the country ever since,” you said. “Well I guess one could say that. But at least you won't have to say your goodbyes too often.” “You always find a way to bring a situation to a brighter side, you know that?” “Not the first time I've been told.” You both entered the bus as soon as it pulled up, settling on a seat somewhere in the middle. Thoma made you sit first, next to the window, then he followed sitting next to you. He even asked if it was okay, which /is/ polite of him but you also thought was a little too much. You were already talking, so it's only natural if you sit together. But then again, maybe it's just because you've not known each other for too long yet. Or maybe you're just overthinking—right, that's it, your brain loves to overcomplicate simple things. You sat comfortably in silence for a minute or so, before you decided you felt like sparking another conversation. Sure, small talk isn't your forte, but you wanted to talk. And so, you will. “I noticed you're also a vision wielder. I guess you got yours

pretty early on, huh?” “Oh—this? Yeah. I wield pyro, though I can't use it much on my hobbies. Maybe except for cooking and other fire related things. But for the most part, not really. It still holds my ambitions though, so the god's eye is one to be treasured.” “Well...you never struck me as someone who's very into combat, so I understand why you don't use it much. I have mine too, Electro.” You pointed at the necklace that hung around your neck. Sometimes, you'd wear it as a keychain of some sort, or attach it do a different accessory depending on your outfit. Today though, you decided to wear it around your neck but hid it under your uniform, which felt a little uncomfortable but it still worked somehow. ... Walking to your place has never felt so suffocating before. Despite the blow of the cool breeze, you still found yourself with a lack of air and the need to fake cough just so you can inhale a sufficient amount of it. “Y/N, are you okay? You've been coughing a lot, did you catch a cold on our way? Oh—I just got mine a week ago...perhaps there's still residue and I passed them onto you? I apologize.” “Ah—no, no, don't worry about me. I'm totally fine, just some allergy probably,” you brushed it off, and made a mental note to just breathe and stop fake coughing to breathe. “Anyway, do we really live so close by? I mean, I didn't expect you'd be my neighbor—not that I mind it, of course,” you laughed, soon getting closer to your dorm. “I mean, who knows? We could even go to school together—but only if you're fine with that. Don't feel pressured to do so, really.” He put his hands in defense, as if to take back what he just said out of embarrassment. Again, your stupid brain decided that it was cute—and your heart started beating faster again. You let out a laugh, then waved it off: “I'd love to. But anyway, this is where I live. Yours must be close by, too. See you tom—” “But /this/ is where I also live!” “Wait, we have a new tenant? And it's you?” “I thought you lived with your family...who knew we practically live under the same roof now?” “I had to move here since my home is too far from the school, so there's that,” you shrugged. “Ah! You've helped me a lot today.” He clasped his hands. Thoma proceeded to invite you in. “So how about I cook you dinner for tonight? That sound good?” “No, no, it's fine, really! Besides...your wrist is still injured, I don't wanna trouble you.” “Oh, this?” he held out his hand and started shaking it on the air, attempting to prove that he's fine but a crack was heard and a wince was visible from his face. “I'm fine...promise,” he chuckled, nervously. “Come on! It'll be my pleasure. Think of this as rice cakes—that's what we do in Inazuma. When you're new to the place, you give rice cakes to your neighbors. But in this case, I can treat you dinner instead!” You sigh, giving in. It didn't seem like he would let go of it any sooner, anyway. “Okay, but I'll help you cook—” “Alright! What do you wanna have tonight? Hm...I think I still have a lot of ingredients since I recently went grocery shopping. Oh, and also goods from Inazuma!” ... Thoma's room was pretty much the same as yours—living, dining, and kitchen in one studio sized room. True LDK, indeed. The kitchen is to the left of the door as you entered, and to the right is the bathroom. In front of you, of course, is the living and dining area. There were still packed bags and only a few things around, like the folded futon and blankets. “Sorry, it's still kind of messy. Since y'know, I just moved in a few days ago.” Again, there he goes scratching the back of his neck. You still found it quite endearing. “It's fine, you're treating me dinner anyway. Speaking of, let me see what ingredients you have...” You began to check out the fridge and the cupboards. This guy surely does have enough ingredients to start a restaurant--probably even more skills for it. Your eyes caught a certain bottle of transparent golden liquid which you guessed /could/ be alcohol, basing on the bottle. "Heyyyy, what is this

huh? I mean, you did say you're from Monstadt..." you picked the bottle up and settled it on the counter. That's when you realized it was actually white wine and not champagne. Either way, it's alcohol. "Oh--that? Just a little ingredient for cooking. I'm not very good at alcohol, don't laugh. And before you say, yes, I've wondered what this says as my identity as a Monstadter. But, y'know, too much alcohol is bad for you anyway. So, not drinking is a good thing." (a/n: thank you mhy for this voice line^) "Just say you're lightweight and go," you joked and proceeded to get yourself a glass. "Well, if you won't be drinking this anyway, better to make myself at home..." you poured yourself a glass, settling it down on the counter. "Okay, okay, now. Enough drinking, you were here for a dinner and not an alcoholic beverage--besides aren't you also underaged?" "Doesn't stop me from wanting a sip. But anyway! I'll go get the ingredients ready, you wash them and I'll take care of the rest." You said, taking out meat from the fridge and some other vegetables and seasoning. Thoma started to wash them under running water, and you kept taking small sips of your wine. Maybe it's the alcohol, or Thoma just looked good washing vegetables...? You we're kind of checking him out, and also kind of thinking that he's a boyfriend material. You wouldn't say you can be blamed--anyone would probably feel this way if they had the chance to witness Thoma in the kitchen. Soon, you realized your thoughts, which made you put down your glass in the counter. You took another one and filled it with water. Thoma was quite aware you were looking at him, though unsure what for. He decided you were probably just looking if he's doing his job properly. He's gotten used of people doing that, especially as a Monstadter in Inazuma—his descent has had this derogatory stigma surrounding it for a long while now. While he didn't mind that back then, he wondered if you had that mindset too. Maybe he's overthinking it, or simply just trying to get his mind off of that idea that you are, indeed, checking him out. You've only met this week, and so it would be weird to immediately have those thoughts. Thoma told himself that he was just getting carried away, especially since he's far away from home and all alone. And you're here, accommodating, seems to have a good heart, friendly, and quite possibly checking him out. He cleared his throat. “Here, they're all washed. I'll go get changed real quick,” he said, and almost rushed to the bathroom. You nodded, then started to heat the pan. You got a little confused at the beginning, and also scared you might turn something the wrong way and burn the whole kitchen down. Thoma had a gasoline tank attached to the stove, whereas you're accustomed to the electric one. Perhaps, the last time you've probably operated a gasoline tank was back at home. Fortunately, you were able to set it up without catching something in fire. You tired your hair with the elastic on your wrist before then turning the stove on, to the left. There's a snap, then blue flame followed. You lowered the heat and put the pan on top of it. While waiting for the pan to heat up a little more, you grabbed the glass of wine once more. It's really been a while since you had a taste of alcohol—you used to sneak out some of your dad's wine along with your sister. Usually, you'd get caught but always manage to find a way out. You put your palm over the pan with just the right amount of distance to test the heat. Once you knew it was alright, you grabbed the bottle of oil near the stove. Thoma came out fully changed with some house clothes. “Oh man, I wanna change now too. This uniform is fucking hell,” you said in envy, then decided you'd take off your outer layer at least. He was a little shocked with your wording--and air caught to his lungs as you took off your jacket but that's irrelevant--mostly because he hasn't heard anyone speak in such a vulgar manner the whole time he was in Inazuma. “You can go change then. I'll take care of the

kitchen and you change in your room,” Thoma suggested to which you denied: “No, it's alright. I'll get changed later after I cook. If I change now I'm gonna smell like meat and oil.” “Meat smells nice anyway, just sayin'” he chimed, and for that you looked at him weird. He laughed and claimed it was a joke—only to say that fishes smelled better. At this point you just let it go, and poured a tiny bit of oil in the pan. Something made the flame react differently, making the color shift to red-orange, then the fire grew bigger, surrounding the pan. It was impossible to touch the stove to turn it off now, you thought. Now you just remembered why you only used electric stoves. Panicking, the first thing you could grab was a glass of water, pouring it all over the pan—but why did the fire grow even bigger? That's when you felt Thoma move you away from the stove, but you still ended up sticking yourself to the corner, so close to the fire as your heart pumped wildly of fear. You could see Thoma picking something up from the floor. A fire extinguisher. Though, before he could learn exactly how to operate it, the fire alarm has already started blaring. With how low the ceiling is, it set the sprinkler off. Well, at least the fire's out. Your dinner is ruined and so is the whole kitchen, along with the whole room. Your sauteed vegetable turned into tasteless veggie soup. You immediately felt guilty and embarrassed of what you've just caused. Really? Setting your new neighbor and classmate's house on fire? What a way for an introductory meal, is it? Thoma probably had nowhere else to go, and you had to ruin the only place he could go home to right now. You cursed yourself under your breath, and all Thoma did was immediately rush to your side, asking if you're okay. He disappeared quick and came back with a towel, handing it to you. “Are you okay? You didn't burn yourself or anything, did you?” he asked. You shook your head. “I'm sorry,” you apologized, pursing your lips in utter embarrassment as you finally looked at him. There came knocking on the door. You sighed, probably the landlady. You got yourself ready for scolding as Thoma opened the door, letting her in. The floor is flooded all over with water, and Thoma's things are all wet now, too. You hoped that his bags were at least waterproof. That would put you at ease at this moment for at least the tiniest bit. Thoma and the landlady talked, and you stayed silent. They said the fire control also had some problems which made the sprinkler set off too early, and Thoma also claimed that the pan you used earlier actually was broken and leaked some the oil; the fire got bigger because instead of water, you poured the wrong glass with wine. It almost felt as of Thoma was defending you and putting the blame in something else which, admittedly, made you feel better and less guilty. You didn't notice the hole in the pan though, but maybe it was just really small enough to be seen from afar.

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