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O38 | langris: mistaken identity

includes | categ: [short] fluff, and shy langris.

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Langris retched the idea of celebrating a whole day with one person, snuggling close with them, whispering sweet nonsense at one another, feeding, holding hands, or even giving something to someone they regard as important.

He strongly believed it was utterly 'gross.'

But he would be lying if he said that he didn't want to experience it, especially when there's a particular someone he's been

Finral, his older brother who he claims to despise with all his heart, has been giving him a few tips and tricks that might charm women. Langris couldn't bear the thought that out of all people he could've asked for advice, it had to be his brother.

But he had no one else to run to, except him.

Langris had already said no to giving teddy bears and chocolates since he believed that was already an overrated gift. The same could be said about flowers and chocolates.

"I don't understand how people in a relationship are able to go through this thought process yearly and succeed." Langris stressed, shoving another pair of flowers to the side while his hands kept looking for any plant at all that looked pleasing to his eyes.

"Well, dear brother~" Finral placed his hand over Langris' shoulder to which the male swatted away like a mere fly badgering him.

"Don't touch me." the Golden Dawn vice-captain hissed with a glare.

Finral chuckled nervously, "Ehem, as I was saying. Love changes people, as cliche as it may sound."

Langris couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh. Indeed, he had feelings for a co-member of the brigade, but he wasn't quite sure whether you felt the same way for him.

It was a gamble to guess, but Langris liked risks. And so, he took the chance that apparently Valentine's Day had opened.

"If you can't choose, dear brother of mine—" Finral paused, gulping nervously as Langris had warned him before not to address him so nonchalantly like that.

'He's so scaryyyy' Finral, at this point, was crying in his mind. "If you can't choose, why not just pick the usual gifts? Bring a chocolate or two with a teddy bear and a bouquet of roses."

"That's precisely why I don't want to give [Y/N] that," the smaller male scoffed, "I don't want to give [Y/N] the 'usual.' Who knows how many times they've received that? I'm not some common boy with a teenage crush. I like [Y/N], Finral. I genuinely do." he pressed further, settling down on a nearby stool where he accidentally pushed someone off the edge.