disclamer:everything from spy x family belongs totatsuya endo
notes:for twiyor fluff weekend! these will be all old au(s) ideas i had, thanks for reading! =)
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rising the moon
[Day #1: Blushing - Eden AU]
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Sitting in the deepest desk of the library next to an Imperial Scholar and the president of the student council becomes one of Yor's most awkward moments of the month.
Right after she got her first Tonitrus Bolt.
Loid Forger is known for his excellency and adult-like manners, serious and calculating, almost matching the level of any teacher at the academy. He never makes any mistakes, he follows every rule and is elegant like a wise grown-up. He's the kind of the opposite of Yor—who is clumsy and keeps finding herself in misunderstandings that get her in trouble.
Naturally, a student like him would give her a weird glance.
But as she's alone after class in the empty library, trying to study to not fail her next test, the door opens and she can hear steps coming near her table. When she looks up, she freezes, and Loid Forger is here—scanning the room with a bunch of books under his arm.
When his eyes land on her, Yor quickly hides herself under her open book—with no elegance at all.
She prays that he goes away or at least sits far-away from her, but can she feel his presence closer and closer to her, until he calmly and slowly sits right in front of her.
With the amount of empty and big tables in the wide room, Loid Forger sits just there, their knees almost brushing.
Yor wants to jump out of the window.
The question of why he decides to not only in front of her, but to also go out of his way to push his books together with hers, is searing through her mind like a nervous little bird. She peeks at him, stiff, envying how he looks calm as he opens his book and reads, with his cheek resting comfortably against his palm—and Yor can almost swear that his cheeks are a painted with a little red, but she doesn't have the courage to stare long enough to confirm it.
She thinks of moving away, but that would probably be rude—especially to someone like him.
Unable to stare again, Yor concentrates on whatever text is in front of her, trying to ignore him as much as possible. She knows that, eventually, he will get tired and leave—Yor nods to herself at this thought, and comes back to her book, unable to notice the glances thrown at her.
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But she can't concentrate at all.
Moving her eyes trying to re-read the same sentence over and over again, her mind yells at her to the garden where she usually spends her breaks, or simply back home. And when she's about to quickly stack her books and run for it, she's interrupted by a folded piece of paper being slid over to her side.
She looks at the paper, then peeks back at Loid Forger, who is back at his previous position with his large large hand covering half of his now even redder face. A panicked part of herself begs Yor to ignore him and just leave like she planned, but she's afraid of the consequences—and with shaky hands sweat sliding down her nervous face, she takes the paper.
Oh god. He's trying to tell her she's in trouble, isn't he? Whatever has she done now? She tries to calm her nerves peeking at the paper as she reads:
"What are you reading, Miss Briar?"
A couple of thoughts run through her mind as she re-reads the paper over and over: first, this boy follows the rules strictly, that he doesn't even dare to try to whisper in the library, accepting the mandatory silence, even if they're both alone here. And second—he knows her name, which is expected for the president of the student council, but it still sends her shivers down her spine.
There are real, actual troublemakers in the academy—so why is she chosen for this punishment?
Yet trying to make him and the teachers see (because in her head there's a whole scenery where he's conspiring with the elite of the academy against her), that she's being a good student and spending her afternoon dedicated to her classes, she takes all her courage and rips a piece of paper, writing back:
"I'm studying for my next History test"
Another little piece of paper is pulled back over to her swiftly, surprising Yo at how quickly Loid Forger responds. He's peeking at her with a certain twinkle in his eyes that she can't understand, the intensity on his orbits reaching her like waves.
"I see. And are you fond of the subject?"
Yor blinks again, confused, why is he trying to make conversation? She believed that someone like him would want to spend his afternoon studying in silence, alone, with no one bothering him. Yet as Yor peeks from the paper to the boy sitting in front of her, he has that twinkle in his eyes again, like he's waiting.
She doesn't want to be rude, so she quickly starts writing in the paper with a shaky grip.
"Not really… And it's my worst one, in fact, I failed the previous test"
She bites her lip at her plain honesty, but lying would make no sense, so she slides the paper back to him awaiting for the worst reaction.
He's known for getting the highest scores in that subject, after all.
Yet after a moment, he seems to be overthinking something, and writes back on the paper. With shaky hands, she takes it between her hands, awaiting for whatever words are thrown at her. But instead, what she reads surprises her:
"I can help you with it, if you wish."
Staring with slightly parted lips, she looks up again, and Loid isn't hiding himself under his book or with his hand covering his face. There's honesty and shyness in his expression, and her heart flutters on her chest, moved by his sudden kindness. She analyzes the situation, knowing that this is a golden and unique opportunity to take—and she would get better scores for the new semester. She smiles at his kindness, thinking that perhaps this boy is friendly and not really conspiring against her, so Yor takes a new piece of paper and writes again, free from nervousness and fear.
"Thank you very much! I would really appreciate it :)"
Strangely, Loid gives a sigh of relief—and Yor tilts her head, confused, thinking that she's the one who should really be feeling glad here.
"Let's meet here tomorrow at this same hour for a study session, are you alright with it?"
Writing one more time in the same piece of paper, she agrees, relief and gratefulness washing over her mind. Yor awaits for something else, but Loid ducks his head on a book he quickly opens, almost hiding himself—and Yor concludes that the conversation is over.
The sun peeking through the window wash over their shared silence, and Yor can finally relax as she goes back to her reading. She forgets about her anxiety all together, finding peace of being together with him in silence for some reason, and Yor wants to think that he feels the same. They stay like that for several minutes, until another piece of paper is being slipped over to her.
"Movie theater after we're done?"
Uh.
Yor rereads the paper over and over again, trying to understand the question. She looks at him to see an answer in his face, but he looks down, with an almost grumpy expression as his face is coated in a growing red, covering him to the tip of his ears.
Is he… asking her out? To have fun? Does he want to be friends with her?
Yes, that must be it.
Yor feels moved for some reason, and happy, and instead of writing back she just nods at him—smile so big it makes her cheeks hurt, and Loid looks at her in awe—like he's feeling something too big to bear even for him.
He stares at her eyes with that shining on his blue orbits that has her move nervously on her seat, feeling a heat on her cheeks for some reason. His expression is softer now, and when he smiles at her, like he's deeply grateful, her heart melts against her ribs. After a moment, still smiling, he picks up all his books and nods at her in a silent goodbye, leaving the library with a grin still drawing on his face.
Yor blinks, confused, wondering what just happened in the last twenty minutes.
Did he come here just to talk to her?
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Yor is more invested in the movie than she thought, tears peeking in her eyes, forgetting all the nerves she felt when they began their walk towards the movie theater.
She can barely notice Loid's eyes constantly peeking at her.
Like he doesn't really care about the movie.
But when she cries about the death of a character she grew to like, he hands her a hand a handkerchief—and the brush of their fingers together make them turn their faces away from each other, red to the core. Yor wipes her tears with the blue fabric, and she peeks on his initials crafted on the corner, she quickly hands it back to him.
"Keep it", he whispers very close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
That twinkle is back on his eyes as he stares into her orbits, making her move nervously on her seat, but she keeps the handkerchief on her lap—holding onto it.
During the rest of the movie, his fingers stay there, slightly brushing the back of her hand.
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They get matching keychains from the movie.
Yor doesn't fully understand how, or why.
She spots them in a little stand in the corner after they leave their seats when the movie ends: they have the shape of a peanut, and Yor likes them so much she thinks her little brother would love it. She asks Loid to wait for her for a moment as she buys one, but he suddenly takes his wallet from his pocket and walks quickly to the little shop.
Even after Yor insists it isn't necessary, he takes not one keychain, but three.
"One for your brother as well, right?", he asks like he already knows.
She slowly nods, taking the two keychains in her hands as he offers them to hers—and then, he puts the third one on his own keys, the ones he uses at the academy as president of the student council.
Yor has to put a hand on her blushed cheek, burning as her heart melts for some reason. As she stares at him, she finds a particularly big scratch above his nose, and she wonders how she didn't notice before.
"Oh", she says, giving a step toward him. "Loid! You're hurt!"
She points at her own nose and he follows her movement, touching the bare wound, eyes uncaring.
"Must have been when I rushed my way here", he mutters.
Yor tilts her head, was he worried about being late?
Perhaps she doesn't know how much he was looking forward to this.
She remembers that she always carries a pack of band aids in her pocket, because her little brother is always getting hurt playing somehow. As she takes a colorful one, she murmurs to him to stay quiet, ignoring the wide eyes of Loid on hers—blushing to the core as she carefully places the band aid on his wound, right above his nose.
"There", she smiles. "All better now, right?"
Loid stills, unable to move—and when his cheeks become red, too red, Yor wonders if she overdid it, blushing as well. They stay silent for a while, unable to look at each other's eyes, until Loid starts to walk towards the exit without even looking at her—Yor following him quickly, trying to catch his steps.
On their way out she peeks at the little keychain hanging on his pocket, and Yor blushes terribly again as she takes a hand on her warm cheek, wondering about to nervous sound of her heart.
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He insists on walking her home, even if she stutters that it's not necessary.
On their way back, Loid talks and talks, something uncharacteristic of him, asking her questions—as if he just wants to know more about her. She tells him her favorite subject is any P. E class and that she's good at biology and anatomy. Her favorite place to eat is the rose garden in the back of the west building of Eden. She then giggles and starts to talk about her little brother, proud that he has gained his second Stella Star. Loid looks at her and says that he remembers Yuri Briar, that she gets the best scores in P. E class and also all the roses she always collects. He then murmurs his congratulations for her first Stella Star as well. Yor blushes as he seems to recall everything about her, yet it looks as if he wants to hear it from her mouth. She then asks about him, but he barely talks, and doesn't seem flattered when she admires him for his perfect scores and reputation—yet Yor swears that his blushed face starts to get more obvious in her eyes.
He mutters a thank you, and when she looks at him in the eyes—Yor thinks for the first time that he's lovely, and she feels his kindness melting against her snowy bones.
At some point of their shared silence, he holds her hand.
Yor has her heart fluttering like a spring storm.
His touch is calloused and awkward, but kind and warm just like he always is, even in his silence and serious gaze. Yor doesn't know how to react, but his warmth wraps around her fingers, and she finds that she doesn't want to pull back at all. In a clumsily way, she moves her hand, and Loid feels a stab of disappointment thinking that she's rejecting him—but she only fixes their hold so that their fingers are interlaced.
He drinks her answer with fervor, and when Yor peeks at him and finds that he's' trying to hide a wide smile, she can't help but draw one in her face too.
The sky takes a starless painted color—but there, as they walk down the road with blushed cheeks and a little triumphant and shy smile on their faces, rises the moon above their interlaced fingers.
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Loid keeps sliding her little notes, and Yor writes back—until at a certain point, at the eyes of everyone, they start holding hands every day.
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