GENSHIN IMPACT ONESHOTS

Inferiority - The library

"Would anyone like to be my hot tutor for today?" you playfully voiced out to your group of friends, who were all busy doing something, "Ugh please, since when did you guys become so serious about school?"

"Since forever, now girl you better start your reviews for physics because you are going nowhere with that grade," one of my friends glared at my physics worksheet, a big red D written on top of the A4 page,

"Which is why I am asking for help dummy," you rolled your eyes, putting the worksheet away to avoid any more unnecessary comments,

"All of us have lessons, we can't Y/n," another friend explained softly, bless them,

"Really? All of you? Or do yalls just don't wanna help me do my homework," leaning on the table, you scanned each of your friends' faces, damn I should've known.

"I can ask some of my friends if any of them are free, what about that?" one of them suggested, already holding up their phone,

"But aren't you friends with that dickhead?"

"Not that close, I'll try to find someone else okay? ...Try," they repeated, in case things go downhill.

You thought for a moment before standing up along with your other friends,

"Fine, it better be someone else, ok?"

"No promises," your friend smiled, causing this sudden feeling of annoyance to boil in you, but luckily they ran away before you could ever attack them.

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The library was a still place. The shuffling sounds of students' shoes and the flipping of textbooks were the only occasional sounds you could hear here. No chatter was present, only hardworking pupils digging their faces into the books. Awkwardly stepping into the hall, you found a cozy, secluded spot, deeply hidden among the towering shelves. Even pulling the chair out to sit was nerve-wracking, afraid that it would suddenly decide to squeak loudly, gaining unwanted attention from other people. Placing all your materials in front of you, you could finally have time for some internet browsing.

"Y/n?" You turned only your head to look at the voice, "Didn't know you were a library person,"

"Oh, I'm trying to study," the man presented behind you was a masterpiece, Ayato. He had everything you wanted, and being in the year right above you only made it even better. But the only thing that you didn't like was the fact that this quality man had to be friends with the one person that you didn't like. Seeing this person in question was a mood-killer, you didn't like his face, didn't like his presence in general. It was...disturbing...if that's how you describe it. "So, did my friends ask you to come to help me study, or do my homework?" You sent the flirtatious gaze in Ayato's direction, hoping that he would fall for your trap. You made a mental note to thank your friend later for this surprise, guess I'm not going to let my friends tutor me anymore.

"What?" his eyes slightly squinted, genuinely confused,

"What?" you copied him, wait is it not him? Wait,

"Oh-Um, I'm just here to get some books," Ayato stuttered, pointing in some direction with books,

"Oh," the disappointment hit you, your voice toned down,

"Uh, I guess I'll see you around Y/n," Ayato friendly smiled,

"You too Ayato," he left before you could even turn around, wow, this man. Interesting.

Turning back to face your untouched textbooks and homework, you whipped your phone out, aggressively texting your friends in the hectic group chat.

'WHO THE HELL DID YOU ASK TO TUTOR ME?'

'WAS IT NOT AYATO?'

'DON'T TELL ME-'

"Hey!" you shouted-whispered, your phone was snatched mid-conversation, reaching your hands up to grab your phone that was hanging above you, but not a chance, the person behind had full control of you at that point. Looking at this phone thief, you abruptly stood up, "Why the fuck are you here?" again with your shouting-whispering tone,

"Well, I'm here as your personal tutor," he wasn't too tall, but his presence was indeed towering over you, one of the reasons why you didn't like him.

"I don't want you as my tutor, you...ugly-whatever...thing," there was no way you were going to let this happen.

His name was Scaramouche, one of your worst enemies, though it seems like you're the only one who's disliking him while he's just bullying you for fun. His navy hair was fluffy, his bangs casually sitting on his lashes, but his eyes were sharp, giving him the charismatic look that everyone was intimidated by.

"Here, I'll give you your phone back if you be a good girl and listen to me, kay?" the sudden nickname making you instinctively fluster,

"Who's your good girl? Certainly won't be me, sorry,"

Scaramouche shushed you up with your phone, putting it against your lips, "Shh you're being too loud, other people are studying," then sat down comfortably on the chair right next to yours, observing your work that was conveniently laid out on the table. "Are you going to sit down or not?" his smooth voice made you look at him, "Keep on staring and I'll rip your eyeballs out,"

As if it was on pilot mode, you whipped your hand up, slapping him on the arm, but he was faster than you, catching your arm just inches away from his skin that was covered by the thin fabric of his clean, white shirt.

"Damn, you're pretty dumb," he commented, laughing quietly as he scanned your graded worksheets. Snatching the paper from his hand, you finally took a seat next to him, "If you're just here to bully me then please leave; it's not like I asked you to be here anyway,"

"Aww...I'm sorry, did I upset you?" Scaramouche sarcastically smiled pitifully,

"Just go away, I'm trying to study," you shifted your body away from him, organizing your worksheets and flipping your textbook open to the page you had to work on,

"I'm already here, let me help you," Scaramouche grabbed your arm so your body was tilted towards him again, "doesn't seem like you can do it alone anyways," he swallowed a snort, grabbing a pencil from your pencil case.

Then you started working, reading, and writing the answers to the textbook, as Scaramouche explained parts that you didn't understand softly next to you. It seemed like a proper tutor session until Scaramouche figured out that you weren't even listening to him. You kept your eyes fixed on the page, making sure that you didn't spare him a glance,

"Hey, are you even listening?" Scaramouche suspected but you kept on writing, "Wow...I guess I really am wasting my time here, am I?" he poked his inner cheek with his tongue, scoffing, before grabbing your jaw to face him, you let out a little whimper,

"Listen to me," he ordered,

"Why would I listen to your boring ass talk, huh?"

"You're actually cute...the fuck?" Scaramouche was squishing your cheeks, playing with it as if it was his, you shook your face out of his rather gentle grip,

"S-shut up," curse this motherfucker, your mind spoke, as he chuckled to himself, observing your entertaining reactions.

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