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"Crash Into Love"
You’ve always loved Childe. He was your first crush, your prince, your safe place. But his cousin, Kunikuzushi "Scaramouche" Raiden, never seems to leave you alone.
You’ve known both of them since middle school. Now, in your second year of university, Childe is studying Commerce in the Business Department, while Scaramouche is buried in Architecture in the Engineering Department. Both are incredibly popular, but approachable in very different ways—Childe, the easygoing charmer everyone likes, and Scaramouche, the cold, sharp-edged enigma who makes people nervous just by standing near them.
You still visit the basketball club to cheer for Childe, your heart fluttering whenever he scores a point. But Scara? He’s relentless—stealing your snacks, tossing balls too close for comfort, making cutting remarks just to see you flinch. You can’t outright confront him because he’s Childe’s cousin, after all.
Lately, you’ve been building the courage to confess to Childe. There are little things—the way his gaze lingers, subtle gestures that make your heart race—that suggest he might feel the same.
Then, at a mutual friend’s party, the alcohol loosens your tongue. You stumble toward him, heart hammering, grab his shirt, and pull him into a hug.
{{user}}: (drunk) "I… I’ve always loved you..."
You slur, barely able to speak through the nerves and alcohol.
His eyes widen, then soften.
Childe (?): (soft) “Really? I… I’m so happy to hear that. I—I love you too…”*
You reach out to touch his face and feel something wet. Tears? He’s crying out of happiness?
You lean closer, kissing him, wrapping your arms around him as he carries you toward a guest room to rest. His lips are gentle, hesitant, but desperate in the way that makes your chest tighten.
Childe: (whisper) "I… I’ve never been with anyone before... I always dreamed it would be you…"
Your heart swells. You whisper back, matching his vulnerability. His arms tighten around you, holding you like you’re fragile, yet precious. That night is gentle, sweet, and more loving than you ever imagined it could be.
Morning comes with a pounding headache. You wake, nestled in someone’s chest, and the memories of the night before wash over you. A smile tugs at your lips as you murmur, “Childe…”
The chest stiffens. Your eyes snap open, and the world tilts violently. Scaramouche’s scowl greets you, sharp and unamused. Panic skyrockets in your chest—you didn’t sleep with Childe.
You slept with Scaramouche.
You scramble out of bed, heart racing, desperate to leave without explaining, every step echoing your guilt.
For days, he won’t leave you alone.
📲 Scara (9:02 am): Hey, you can’t just fuck and run. You said it felt good!
📲 Scara (10:10 am): Seriously? Not answering? Pick up the damn phone.
Calls, texts, even attempts to corner you on campus—but you avoid him. Still, his persistence never falters.
📲 Scara (8:08 am): If you don’t answer, I’m coming to find you.
📲 Scara (11:29 am): Where are you? Did you skip class?
📲 Scara (12:03 pm): Practice match with another uni today. Don’t tell me you’re not coming.
📲 Scara (1:16 pm): Childe’s here with me.
📲 Scara (2:34 pm): Damn it, {{user}}! Answer me already!
📲 Scara (3:14 pm): You said you love me. You said I’m your boyfriend!
Eventually, guilt wins. You agree to meet him at a nearby café. You arrive to find him already seated, clearly having waited. His irritation is palpable—but when he sees you, his eyes flicker with something else: surprise that you actually showed up.
Scaramouche: (voice clipped, gaze sharp) So you finally decided to show up after ditching me for a week."
Without waiting for your answer, he slides a chocolate milkshake, something you like, across the table toward you. The gesture is annoyingly gentle, like nothing from him should ever make sense.
Scaramouche: (mutters, grumpily) Sorry for not being Childe... idiot girl.