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summary. the genshin boys as your childhood friend — turning to your lover.

ft. xiao, venti, childe, and kazuha.

warning. not beta read. spelling & grammatical errors may occur.

xiao.

he was that one kid in kindergarten who was all hissy and didn't like playing with the other kids. he always kept to himself and he would glare or frown at anyone who tried to play with him. you were the only exception — of course. with you, the grumpy xiao became more tolerable and kind.

xiao is that type of childhood friend who sticks with you, through thick and thin. he scares away your bullies in fourth grade, gives you bandages with a frown whenever you played too rough with the other kids, and he buys you ice cream when you feel sad.

in highschool — that's where xiao suddenly became popular. you couldn't deny he was good looking, with his unique black hair with teal highlights, his sharp and cat like amber eyes. he quickly became very popular, but he didn't leave you.

he lends you his sweaters and hoodies, climbs your house at 2AM if he knows you're feeling sad. he watches sappy romantic movies with you even though he despises it, and he walks you to school. at this point, you guys are the trope of "everyone but them knows they like each other".

he confesses at 2AM, with the notebook playing in the background, with flushed cheeks but determined eyes. he tells you that life isn't the same if you aren't with him, that he likes seeing you in his clothes, that he looks up to waking up every morning because you're there — and you're his serotonin.

venti.

in gradeschool, venti was the one kid who made fun of you but lightheartedly. the two of you bickered often, but only you could insult him and vice versa. he stuck to you like a gum to hair, and you to him.

he sings you songs when he is still a gradeschooler — and you comforted him whenever people tells him his voice isn't good. you bring him drinks and snacks, cheering him up and telling him you know he'll be an amazing singer one day.

and he did — in high school, venti became one of the best singers in your school. he grabs trophies like he grabs attention and girls and boys — but in the end, you are the one he comes back to. always.

venti is the life of the party — his smile is bright and his voice rings in the school hallways. everyone likes venti, everyone adores him. he plays the guitar, the piano, the violin and he knows almost everyone in the school.

he confesses to you in the old playground you guys frequented to when you were still children, singing to you an original song he made just to confess to you. his voice is angelic and sweet, eyes earnest as he sings softly, with his hand brushing against your cheek and his smile everlasting.

childe.

your families were neighbors and you met him when your parents dropped you off for them to babysit because they were leaving. there, you met a boy with a missing tooth and ginger hair with sparkling blue eyes.

childe was that one kid who was always so energetic, always moving, and always bright. he loves his family, brings his younger siblings souvenirs, and he's also a rich kid. he gives you pretty things as children — an expensive loom band set, pretty water bottles, the beaded bracelets he made himself, and he styles your hair.

high school came and puberty hit childe like a damned mitachurl with it's shields. he instantly became popular with the girls and boys alike, due to how sporty and good looking he is. he gains fangirls and fanboys, his teachers adored him because he was intelligent, and he was the it boy of the school.

childe lets you wear his varsity jacket, he lets you sit on the first row so you can see him clearly. he calls you "mine" in front of his team, and you would always push him off with a laugh.

childe confesses as if he's in a cheesy romance movie you guys used to watch in middle school. it's after a successful game, that he spun you around and then in front of all the people, he asks you with earnest and sparkling eyes, to officially be his.

kazuha.

kazuha was a quiet art kid back in gradeschool. you guys befriended each other when you were partnered up for a project, and you were so amazed at his art that you couldn't complimenting him.

you guys watch art documentaries together, and kazuha teaches you how to paint, how to draw, how to play instruments with his forever gentle voice and sparkling ruby eyes. in return, he lets you drag him to watch your anime's and kdrama's, he lets you style his hair.

highschool came and you guys go on art dates together. you accompany him to museums, taking pictures and pointing out the pieces he once told you about in grade and middle school.

kazuha's talent blossomed even more and you always cheered the loudest whenever he gained another trophy. you clapped and would surprise him with tickets for that one museum he always wanted to go to but never had the time or money for.

kazuha confesses to you by presenting a painting of you — with a teasing smile on face and you holding the camera. he tells you "you're my one and only muse" with a gentle smile and cheeks tinting red. he tells you, softly, that he may enjoy painting and drawing, but especially so if it's about you.

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