A/N I'm not even gonna think up an excuse for this one. Just let me get on with the disclaimer so I can try to get on with my life.
Disclaimer for the entire story: I don't own Final Fantasy XV or anything related to the Final Fantasy series!
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Noctis is twelve years old when he has a very peculiar dream. It's a convoluted mess that he can't at all remember when he wakes up. He just knows it happened, as he looks around his room feeling far more confused than he feels he should be. He shrugs it off after a minute. It's just a dream…right?
"Right…" That's what he thinks of it…until he starts to notice something especially off about today when he goes to school. It starts off just like any other school day. He's surrounded by students his age that are far too eager to know more about him, when he'd rather they back off. They are too close for comfort, as usual.
At one point, he has to restrain himself from hitting a girl that tries to touch his arm. Fortunately, her friend steps in to keep her hand from making contact with him.
"You can't just touch Prince Noctis like that." Noctis would prefer it if they didn't even think about touching him at all—prince or no prince. There are a lot of things he wants to say about that, but nothing seems to stick, so he finds himself just staring at absolutely nothing while he thinks. He tunes out most of the things the girls in front of him are saying to him. All except for one question in particular that manages to catch his attention.
"Prince Noctis, how many servants do you have?" one of the girls asks.
"Didn't you already ask me that before?" Noctis is blunt when he responds to the girl's question with a question of his own. His annoyance is evident in his tone, much to everyone else's surprise.
"Prince Noctis—that's the first time she's asked you that question," the only boy in the group informs him.
This time, it's Noctis's turn to be surprised. "Is that so?"
His stomach churns uncomfortably at the sight of seeing the others nod their head. His cheeks heat up with a faint blush as he tries his best to shake off how awkward he now feels. He avoids making any sort of eye contact and searches for a way out of the mess he's manage to make for himself.
He turns around and starts to walk away, managing to say, without stuttering, "Bathroom."
They don't follow him as he makes his way towards the restrooms. He can only hope that they're empty, because that conversation he had drained him of whatever little energy he had to socialize with anyone else. Maybe if he's lucky, no one will notice he's missing when class resumes—
"Huh?" Noctis manages to make eye contact, despite trying not to, when he turns his head to look the pudgy, blond-haired boy that moves out of his way. He is carrying a camera in his hands, one that Noctis can't help but just look at because there's something about it that feels so…
"Familiar…" Noctis mutters.
The boy stares back at him when he notices Noctis staring. Blue eyes shift from left to right before a timid voice stutters out a barely audible, "S-Sorry."
That's all it really takes for Noctis to lose whatever nerve he had. He says nothing and just continues going on his way to the restroom. It's where he spends the rest of the day, surprisingly undisturbed until Ignis barges in to take him home once classes are over. It is by far the most embarrassing moment of his life, when he has to explain what he was doing there all day.
It gets even worse when his father asks him to explain himself during dinner. It's only as bad as it is because Noctis has no idea how to explain what went on in the first place. So he lies instead and says that it was just an overwhelming day for him today.
Technically, he's telling the truth—not fully, but it does the job and gets Regis to back off…
"You haven't eaten your vegetables." At least, until Regis comments on the uneaten vegetables on Noctis's plate.
All Noctis does is ignore it as usual—it's nothing particularly new.
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A/N So like...hey, how's it going? Nothing much, just starting a brand new story in a brand new fandom because I have no life and an idea struck me so hard, that I had to write it. Blame Cloudyfish for this, you have them to thank for this mess. But YEAH, if you haven't guess from the summary and this chapter, this is a timeloop fic, so DO expect there to be angst eventually…and then some.
Not meant to be a particularly long fic, but let's see how far this takes me anyways (it's just part of this series I have in the making, but this fic is meant to stand on its own, too). Autistic Noctis is a thing, because why not (I've become far too invested in the page and a half I got out of this fic so far). I'm not one for writing ship fics, since I'm usually for putting chemistry first before anything, but considering this fic...exceptions will be made. So yeah, there be Promptis and Gladnis, because I'm a sucker for these ships.
Hopefully I can finish this fic, because I desperately NEED to start finishing fics. Don't expect long chapters. This was meant to be a one-shot but I got too impatient and...yeah, ahahha...
Hope you enjoyed! Until next time, everyone! KD out! XD