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The chime of a bell circulates Teyvat High, concluding yet another day of classes. All respective subject teachers bid them goodbye and take their leave which elicits a chain reaction amongst students. Plenty of them begin to hurriedly tidy their things while some fix their scarves to brace themselves for the cold weather today. The chatters from lunch break fill rooms again that range from plans involving warm food eaten to some venting about the piling homework given this week. A few surrendered reward their own with a nap on their respective desks after being subjected to information overload.
Neuvillette, on the other hand, takes his time straightening his materials from earlier with a low-sounding thud on the table. He reminds the assigned students on duty and their homeworks to be done. The silver haired male hears varying responses of acknowledgement on his brief routine and voices out for those heading out to get home safe.
Ah, the responsibilities for the day will be over soon.
"Class President," There it is. An all too familiar voice by their door makes itself known and his heart is quite happy to hear it again. "ready to go home?"
Neuvillette turns his head to the direction, eyes already familiar with the relaxed smile resembling a wolf. "Good afternoon, Wriothesley."
"It sure is now." The ebony haired male starts making his way to him.
The class president tilts his head, "Why is that?"
Wriothesley chuckles and places his right hand on the edge of Neuvillette's desk, leaning down a bit to the older's level. Blue meets lavender once more with closer proximity. Neuvillette finds himself recalling how the distinct blue hue is said to be frigid cold.
Yet, yet... they feel like a blanket of snow.
An embrace he’d gladly welcome.
Maybe it's why he lets the male in front of him touch him. For someone so feared, Wriothesley is gentle. No wonder Neuvillette thinks he'll surely melt from what the former is doing to him.
Oh, how can his heart handle more when Wriothesley lifts a lock of his long hair to his lips and kisses it while maintaining eye contact?
He is helpless against such endearing advances.
"Thanks to you, Neuvi." Wriothesley whispers, adoration dripping in his tone. The smile he has right now widens seeing how flushed his boyfriend is from the affection. A blessing it is to be the one to make him feel loved. "All thanks to you, sweetness."
He seals it with a peck on the forehead. Heart fluttering seeing his lover close those eyes as if to savor his kiss.
"Can the two of you stop flirting?"
Neuvillette opens his eyes and blushes madly seeing how the other students saw their deed. Wriothesley, on the other hand, laughed as he pulled away.
"Alhaitham, learn to read the room!"
The black haired male shakes his head at the beginning of a quarrel from the bickering duo of Class Sumeru. He gives back his attention to his embarrassed boyfriend with a reassuring smile. "I can wait for you."
"I appreciate that, Wriothesley." Neuvillette cleared his throat and started to take out some papers to be accomplished. He fails to notice how Wriothesley watches him in amusement being neat. "I'll finish them as soon as I can."
"Take your time, mon amour." Wriothesley takes a seat beside Neuvillette who smiles softly. He's well aware how the latter appreciates his presence.
After an hour and several minutes, the pair walk out the school building side by side. Wriothesley continues to tell Neuvillette how his day went from making his teacher regret underestimating him to disliking the new release of tea he tried during break. The Fontaine class president actively listens to each and every topic their talk takes direction in as they make their way further from school. Wriothesley held Neuvillette's gloved hand as he led them to their spot at the park. But then, Neuvillette stopped in his tracks when they were three steps away from the table. He looks back with confusion etched on his face.
"Wriothesley."
"Yes, Neuvillette?"
"I want to do something different." Well, that's certainly a surprise. Wriothesley is up for this change of pace though!
"Oh? What is it, mon amoureux?"
"Wait a minute." Neuvillette pulls out his phone and after a few seconds, Wriothesley sees the screen. He presses the play button of the video.
Then, he feels like spring is coming soon.
"You want to do this?"
"Yes. Would you like to, mon trésor?"
"Love, how can I ever say no to it?" Wriothesley smiles as he gives a brief kiss on Neuvillette's knuckles. "I would gladly do the dance with you."
The older laughs softly from the romantic gesture. "Shall we record it?"
"If you’re up for it too, sweetness."
"Are you ready, Wriothesley?" The silver haired male turns his gaze away from his phone resting on the tree towards his boyfriend.
"Yes, mon amour."
Neuvillette presses the recording button and immediately gets into position before the music starts playing. When it does, he starts to move better than how they practiced earlier. Neuvillette felt himself get shy when their little run-through session was documented. He made some mistakes and was quite stiff, while Wriothesley hopes one day when they watch it again years later Neuvillette will see how loveable he is in these captured moments.
As they glide away from each other and back again and separate yet again, Neuvillette remembers how he thought of asking his boyfriend to do this together since last night. It's a sweet reality to experience with the man he'd fall for easily now. And he knows, he'd be caught as they laugh with honey mixed in their sound.
Wriothesley then takes his hand and spins him around three times. If the gods of love were watching them being silly, they'd probably be snickering at how he looks at Neuvillette as if everything good is right in front of him. Wriothesley would correct them. For Neuvillette is far from all good mushed together, he is the person even the best can only beg to reach. This lovely male enjoying himself by being spun around by him is more than anything goddamn best that could ever exist.
He can hear them call him stupid.
But, who cares?
Who cares if he doesn't make sense?
All that matters is right now.
No wonder it's called the present, it's a gift to wrap his arms around Neuvillette's waist and pull him close so their lips meet again. Wriothesley believes spring came early as his heart blooms dozens of flowers from how gentle Neuvillette is cupping his face to kiss back. Ah, surely, Neuvillette is the human form of love meant for Wriothesley to devote himself to in every lifetime.
And that’s the highest honor he can ever do.
OMAKE:
“Will you be posting it?” Wriothesley asked out of curiosity.
Neuvillette hums as he leans against the backhug, “Soon.”
“Why?”
“My cousins will demand you to spin them or you’ll be stickerfied.”
Wriothesley laughs before burying his face on the crook of Neuvillette’s neck. “I think they’ll put stickers on me regardless, Vivi.”
A giggle is heard from the older. He then turns his head slightly to place a kiss on the side of Wriothesley’s face. “And you enjoy it too.”
“Seeing you laugh at their shenanigans is a bonus I’ll take.”