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rieamena · 1 year

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eight ; derailed

tw: brief (literally unnoticeable) mention of syphilis

council meetings first thing in the morning aren't the best, but you know what makes it so much worse? seeing your "fiancé" there. hes not supposed to be there. and of course, absolutely no one bats an eye. well, except for the sumeru department. they're some of the realest people you'll ever meet. cyno's stares can cause syphilis, kaveh won't hesitate to put a bitch in their place, and haitham is just... there. those three are menaces to the council, and thats what makes it enjoyable. sometimes.

the slam of a book on the maple wood table followed by a sigh. "now who the fuck is this?" kaveh leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and legs. haitham stared at him sideways before sighing and going back to scribbling meaningless words in his notebook. "hey kid, you just can't waltz into the council. go along now." takuya stationed himself firmly at your side, "why don't you introduce me y/n?" in all honesty, you weren't paying much attention to the altercation between takuya and kaveh, settling for researching new flowers to plant instead. so when you were asked this crucial question, five words spilled out of your mouth quizzically. "i'm sorry, who are you?"

you knew damn well who he was, but you didn't want to. so you pretended not to! smiling up at him from the newfound comfort of your council chair while knowing that a stuck-up bitch like takuya will never have the luxury of being in one of these seats, made you so fucking happy. the person in question leaned closer to your ear, a threat on his lips. "you'll regret this." rolling your eyes, you whispered back. "the only thing i'll regret is not beating the fuck out of you yesterday." he stepped back briskly, practically skipping out of the meeting room, not forgetting to give you a scowl just before he left.

"well that was fun. can we get on with the meeting now?" kaveh complained. mona chuckled causing a response from him. "what are you laughing at?!" somehow, the entirety of the liyue department managed to hold their heads in their hands simultaneously, looking extremely annoyed. except xingqiu, who was living for this. "you're always complaining, kaveh. have you nothing better to do?" gripping the armrests of his chair, kaveh exclaimed "you–! and thats exactly why you're broke!" gasping, mona stood up from her chair, hands slamming on the table "why you–"

"secretary."

a voice called out. and just like that, all other voices in the room fell silent.

"y/n. how's the investigation going?" raiden looked at you passively, she most likely doesn't care but wanted to do anything for those two to shut up. "it's coming along well, president. i have successfully infiltrated the arataki gang and am currently conducting research on their habits." you made it sound smarter than it was. you've done next to nothing to figure out the root cause of the "havoc" that the aforementioned gang is causing, and it didn't matter to you anyway. it's none of your business; if mona has such a problem, she can just go fix it herself with her hydromancy

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saying that you despised english was an understatement. it wasn't that bad before, ranking in the middle of your favorite classes. but now, you just knew that the archons were out to get you. someway, somehow, takuya got transferred to your section and someway, somehow, yae miko fucked up the seats so badly, she forgot to seat someone in the aisle seat in the lefthand-most column in the fourth row. meaning that you were next to, not one, but two oni. one of which is vying for your heart and the other is your fiancé. fun! so much fucking fun! you're having such a field day, yoimiya can feel it from behind her! turning around, yoimiya looked you up and down before stifling a laugh, quickly returning to her original position once she was called on by miko

the minutes went by and you found yourself getting more and more sleepy. english was somewhat boring and the relative quietness of the class didn't help with your uncanny need to sleep. resting your elbows on the desk, you placed your head upon your hands and closed your eyes. "never thought i'd see the day where the prestigious y/n is dozing off in class." itto's words came out as a hushed whisper. he didn't want miko to know that her class was so boring that it was putting people to sleep and he certainly didn't wish to get you into trouble. so he softly grabbed your shoulder and shook you awake. "hey...! hey...! y/n? y/n...?!" he called out your name a plethora of times, each time, without a reply

you, however, were already awake. hearing itto's voice rise an entire octave every time he called for you was unbelievably hilarious. your content humming scared itto more than you thought. he thought that you were falling deeper and deeper into slumber. his pleads with you came to an abrupt halt replaced by mischievous laughter. "hehe... i've got an idea!"

being more shocked that itto had the brain capacity to create ideas than in fear as to what exactly this idea is, you continued to pretend to be asleep. the feel of calloused hands gently pulling your limp head from the comfort of your hands nearly made a gasp escape from your lips. what the fuck kind of idea is this? his hands brought you closer to him, his body. and soon enough, his forehead met yours. you didn't have to open your eyes to know that he was grinning like an absolute idiot. "hm... in the fairytales, the prince has to kiss the princess in order for her to wake up... maybe if i..."

you knew what he was going to do. but you couldn't move. move bitch. why won't you move?! "hey y/n– oh"

yoimiya. oh god. awakening abruptly and pushing yourself away from itto, you prayed to the archons above. she didnt take a picture right?? lies. she did. three in fact. and all three are being sent to the group chat as you panic. shooting takuya a triumphant look, itto focused his attention back onto you, attempting to cheer you up after getting caught is such an "embarrassing" situation

hands covering your head for a split second, you tapped yoimiya. "i need to talk to you!"

fully turning around, yoimiya shut off her phone. "why...?" she said suspiciously. you don't usually have deep and meaningful talks with her because they end up being derailed by something or someone. but today was different

"hey! i wanna talk too! don't leave me out!" itto whined, crossing his arms

"no. you can go talk to..." your voice trailed off, eyes scanning for a person for itto to have a nice conversation with. "...takuya!"

itto's eyes blew wide at the name. "nope. no way. nada. arataki itto is not talking to takuya whatever-the-fuck-his-last-name-is!"

"then go talk to venti or something!" yoimiya chimed in, oddly eager to have this talk. pushing itto towards venti, you turned back to your childhood friend

"so... when was the last time you spoke to him?" reaching into your bag, and pulling out a notebook, you began to take notes on whatever yoimiya was saying. "uh... since the fight." her face lowered and her demeanor changed, talking about this topic was hard, perhaps since it was so recent

"well, i see him trying to talk to me and i... i can't. i feel sick like... like fireworks are going off in my stomach...!" yoimiya continued speaking and you continued taking notes

"does your heart beat really fast?" a new voice added. the words were said slightly huskily and with unintentional hostility

"scara? why are you here? you're not supposed to be here." you wanted a nice little private therapy session with yoimiya and of course, it just had to go downhill

"what's the big deal? i just told the teacher i was gonna take a walk since the class is boring. so im here. i don't see anyone complaining." he took a breath after every few words or so. turning back to yoimiya, scaramouche asked the same question, "does your heart beat really fast?"

yoimiya stared blankly at him, seeming to recall her near encounters with the blonde, before answering, "yes"

scaramouche hummed in response, thinking a bit, then bombarding her with questions. "do your palms get sweaty? experience chest palpitations? face ever get hot?"

sighing, you put down your pencil. yoimiya took a little while to reply but her answer was yes. kuzushi laughed, crossing his arms. "then its easy. you're allergic to him!"

deadpanning, you looked over at him. "you should be a doctor, scara." your voice had an uncharacteristic flat tone. yoimiya on the other hand, was actually considering the possibility of being allergic to thoma. "naganohara yoimiya. you are not allergic to thoma." your attempt to prove scara wrong was in vain. "she could be allergic to him! you never know! the symptoms resemble those of allergies." he argued, truly believing that yoimiya was in fact, allergic to thoma

"she could just be nervous around him! that was their first serious argument in a while!"

the bickering between the both of you continued before someone else inserted themselves into the conversation

"both of you are stupid. its so obvious! yoimiya is in love!"

you and scara alike uttered the same three words, "shut up venti."

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